Joe King Park

ARE YOU
JOE KING!?

Raised on mischief and known to stir up community projects with a wink, a smile and a couple cold cases of beer, Joe King is the un-official patron saint of Hornby Island.

Like most great things here, this park began with a handful of young rebels, a couple of key connections, and a deep longing for a place to play ball.

Volunteers built the bones, jokesters brought the energy, and soon enough, the place had a heartbeat. Baseball games, fashion shows. pancake breakfasts - the legendary Ball Park Parties.

It’s been home to renegades, rockers, and tricksters ever since.

Joe King is not one man.
He’s many.

He’s the reason your band got a gig. Your kid plays baseball. Your neighbour dug a posthole on a Wednesday with no questions asked.

Some say Joe King’s just a myth.
But we know better.

He’s flipping pancakes in the kitchen.
He’s sinking a hole-in-one on his fifth round of disc golf.
He’s standing right beside you, handing you a hammer and cracking a joke.

Maybe he’s telling you:
You’re Joe King too.

Because here, everyone’s welcome. No dress codes. No status games. No gatekeeping. Just elbow grease, inside jokes, and an open invitation to pitch in.

And Joe?

He wouldn’t have it any other way.