This was Sentinel Pass in Lake Louise. In other words, we went with Plan D. While it rained in Yoho, we crossed the divide and hiked in rain-free but chilly (cold) and fairly cloudy weather, broken by the occasional shafts of wondrous sunshine illuminating the mountains like God’s finger turning rock to gold.
We went up and up and up, layering up by stages, until, by the time we got up to the top of the steep pass, I was dressed in everything I owned including warm gloves and my down jacket over my Gore-tex and with my hat perched on top of my hoody – giving me the new fashion-forward look of a Turkish Sherpa transplanted to Tibet (or some such thing).
I couldn’t stop oohing and ahhing, especially when we reached the top and all of Paradise Valley opened up below us.
Simon did stellar work, overcoming his potential vertigo and striding up fearlessly, even when the slope got pretty darn steep.
Every step of the way was worth it. This is the stuff that feeds the soul. And even though it was Saturday in Lake Louise (can you say “crowds?”) nothing could detract from the sheer beauty of this place. It deserves everything that has been said of it – one of the “must-do” hikes in the Rockies.
We came back down, smiling, our bodies and hearts replenished, nourished and sated – then proceeded to sate with chocolate.
Nothing to do now but look forward to the Iceline Trail tomorrow – more epic-ness!