Secret Knit Shop

When I moved up to the interior of BC, I struggled with the concept that I would no longer be able to saunter 4 city blocks to an amazingly stocked knit shop. They carry almost everything... no waiting, no ordering, and you can touch it all!
I set off on a drive to discover the area, and search for a woodchopper (romantic notion I have). Along the way: beautiful farm country, dotted with a few lakes, and quaint fishing cabin resorts. I discovered Falkland: Little teeny town, with a cool roadside bar. I had to stop in and order a drink... turns out they have live music and a list of bike meet-ups. That's Harleys, not road bikes...
Sipping away, while trying not to stare at the "real" cowboys at the bar, I spied a sign across the street...Did it say knit shop? Nooooo... I tipped my glass back and headed out the door. Sign said: Closed. Crap! It's Sunday, how could they be closed?
I started mulling over various different retail scenarios... it's a small town, lord's day and all? No.....really?
I wandered into the general store next door, disappointed, thinking I'd get some snacks for the ride back, gum, maybe? What's this: a bin of yarn... $4.oo a ball? I fingered a skein... lovely too! I looked down the first aisle—it was the knit shop! Inside the general store. I was like a kid in a candy store. And this wasn't Walmart yarn, folks. Debbie Bliss, Rowan, Gedifra... my eyes were bouncing around trying to take it all in. Alpaca, cashmere... too much. And to think, you can get yarn here til 11 pm when the general store closes, and grab a bottle of wine (because they're also a licensed liquor store).
I'm thinking, there's gotta be a knitting group here in Falkland... I just have to find them. Maybe post a note at the roadside bar?