Sometimes looking at rocks can be the same as watching clouds to try and see shapes. On the far right end I choose to see a button eye, pointy nose and a sad downward shaped mouth. By the way, most of the rocks I’ve met are pretty dense.
Only an 1100 metre elevation gain and scramble until you’re atop Yak. From there the 360° view is all mountains, all the time; but if you squint carefully you might be able to pick out your vehicle parked at the maintenance area near the Coquihalla Summit.
To me, a good match means a trail pulling me further into the mountains. Aside from the fun of picking one’s way across the creek to the other side, this trail to Opal Cone always seems reminiscent of the journey to Mordor – especially in deep fog.
A few years ago, once at the col we had the choice to either head south or go north up to Mount Webb, since time would not allow us to bag both peaks. So while not exactly a new horizon, a climb to the summit of Mount MacDonald may definitely find a spot on next year’s todo list.
When a trip to Joffre Lakes isn’t quite spectacular enough, head up to Mount Tszil and beyond. You can circumnavigate this small glacier, but walking up to the edge and touching the ice provides a restful minute.
Didn’t seem that cold by the time we got to the summit of Webb, but the icicles were still melting off the alpine trees.
One of the joys of climbing up mountain sides can be the lack of thinking. Other than watching your step, finding routes around or over obstacles and slogging ever upward, not much else occupies the mind other than the final destination: the summit and the feeling of accomplishment.
Sometimes happy is the absence of everyday worries.
Part of the Canadian Cascade Mountains, Silvertip sits about 25 kilometres north of the Washington/British Columbia border. Photo taken from Claimstake Mountain just south of Silverdaisy Mountain (just had to get another silver in there), both of which would be part of E.C. Manning Provincial Park except for the pre-existing and still semi-operating copper mine.
We’ve been crossing this bridge over an unnamed creek for many years on the way to the lookout at Polytrichum. It’s in pretty rough shape and even has a load limit, but should a disaster occur there is only a three foot fall to the creekbed and a bare trickle of water in heavy rainstorms. One way to go from this side while on the other a choice of two.