Ahoy, matey!—next time sailing the mighty Eagle River, drop yer anchor at this here lagoon west of Revelstoke. Pirate’s Cove is a fine place to visit with your favourite wench or coxswain and scrape the barnacles off of your rudder. Whatever that means.
Jeff Erwood built the hideout as a treehouse for his son Andrew. The crowsnest lookout tops out at 56-feet-high. “He is some kind of a dad. He can do anything,” says Jeff’s dad Gary. “He is a pirate-y pleasure himself and a friend to all,” says Heidi Bryant-Gannon. Arrrrrr you up for a round of golf? Or maybe a cannonball off the dock into the chilly wa- ter—shiver me timbers! And, to the rotten scallywags who loot from Pirate’s Cove, a word of friendly warning: “Respect our property and you can hang out at the beach all day,” says Andrew. Aye!