|Since Erin goes back to the city soon,|
we've been making an effort to get out
into the wilderness for some big hikes.
|We met a lot of pikas on yesterday's Alps Alturas Trail.|
|Fiona is amazing. All 70 pounds of her.|
Five hundred metres elevation gain?
A thousand? No problem! (Not that she
doesn't sometimes lose heart, or complain of
being tired. But don't we all? And she gets
to the top anyway.)
|The best part is the excitement of seeing what's at the end of|
the trail. Usually snow, and a basin of some sort. Wonderful
clear water. A stark world that feels near the sky.
|Sophie, exploring the edge of an alpine lake, in front of|
some watermelon snow.
|We could actually smell the watermelon scent this time, |
it was so concentrated. Chlamydomonus nivalis is the
name of the algae.
|Even amongst the rocks so near the sky, alpine|
|"Tourist heaven," Fiona pronounced. |
The little lake seems to pour over the edge of the
world into the infinity of mountains beyond.
|Food for the summit: an absolute must. Caramel nut|
brownie energy bars by Luna. Yup. Best summit food ever.
|At this point Fiona thought the summit of the hike|
was at that ridge a hundred metres up. How wrong
she was ... but she made it the extra 500 metres.
|Truth be told, these girls ate their way to the top.|
|Lyle Creek Basin. The most beautiful place ever.|
|The pour-over of the basin lake into Lyle Creek. The water|
just disappears over the edge into ... nothing.
|Wind flower, or western anemone, makes seed heads that look like|
aging hippies. Fiona collected seed heads along the trail and
felted this tribble. We brought it home, where it's drying on a ledge.
|The Delica in its native environment.|
This vehicle was made for this kind of travel,
up high into the subalpine on crazy forestry
roads. Drives that used to be impossible, or
at least hair-raising, now feel like no big deal.