Canadia Part II: The Mountain Men


Ready to head into the woods in the uncomfortable mountain boots (had to rent my LaSportiva’s).

Going was pretty easy in the beginning on an old logging road after initial bouts of mud.

Pacific Northwest is very wet - everything covered in moss & mud everywhere once you’re in the woods. Sketchy & very ankle-snappy, but gorgeous and great soundtrack of the woods with lots of burbling creeks mixed in. Going was getting quite steep as well.

About two or three hours into the hike, being in that zone - we all almost missed one of the best views of the hike. Actually backtracked a bit and marveled for awhile.

High enough to be surrounded by snow. A lot of it melted on the open slopes, but the woods were full of it. It was June too… Snow was 3 foot deep in places (sinking us to the waist).

Pics don’t translate into the scale & austerity. What a great place to camp!

Matt ran me & Dan through some mountaineering basics: how to self arrest, rope drills, sliding etc.

At night it got into the 20’s…in June! It was time to rope in, get the cramp-ons & head up onto the glacier.

The sense of scale is off the chart. The mini lake/pond at the campsite is barely visible in the pic below.

At one point we stopped and I held my phone between my legs while getting water & it dropped and slid down on the hard packed ice…and slid…and kept sliding… I did go to retrieve it, but it was incredible how far it went real quick.

We didn’t go all the way to the top & over the crest - the avalanche danger going any further was too high.

So we descended back to camp rather quickly by sliding rather than walking. Matt & I jumped into the little lake because we a) could b) would be made fun of if we didn’t and c) the lake was there. The sand was actually mud or something and super slick, so my elegant run & dive turned into a slip & collapse, get up, collapse again & get out on slippy legs looking like a baby deer learning how to walk.

Back the same way over some brooks.

Next up we went to the Pacific Rim National Park on the far end of Vancouver Island which meant couple hours of driving, a ferry & few more hours of driving across the island. Onwards!

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