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.
Cypress Mountain Ski Area was the venue for the Freestyle Skiing and Snowboarding events of the 2010 Winter Olympics. As a legacy I guess the green rings will remain forever.
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.
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.
When I took this photo I was interested in Burrard Inlet with Crown Mountain looming in the distance and gave little interest to the ships moored in the outer harbour. Only later did I realize I had lost half of this freighter as it sailed away west to the Pacific and ports unknown.
Spring came early to Black Mountain this year, most years the boardwalks would still be covered with snow and the challenge would be to avoid postholing. But the ground remains sopping wet with long stretches of oozing mud ready to trap the unwary hiker. Not sure why part of the walk collapsed here, maybe one of the fat bears waddling off to hibernation last fall. Here your choice is to return downhill or hike 3 kilometres to Eagle Bluffs. Your choice.