Today Simon and I set out under smoky skies for Lyle Lakes and Mount Brennan. We hoped for the best. I had a strong hunch (coming from nowhere) that we’d be okay for visibility. Thankfully, the hunch paid off – big time!
The idea was to go to Lyle Lakes and then to climb up to the ridge I’d seen above the place our group had lunch last time. From that ridge, I was told, we’d be able to see Mount Brennan – that elusive mountain that refuses to show its face until you’re up close and personal.
Well – we climbed up – and up and up (1300 metres) and Simon kept wondering how far it was to the lakes so that he could have his snack, darnitall.
“Almost there” I kept saying until he truly didn’t believe me. But then, we topped the first ridge and Boom! The Lakes. Not only a place for a snack, but a kind of Eden where you sit and meditate and do your best to become a part of the earth, sky and water. A magical place. We stayed for a while. Simon melted into the landscape.
We were the only ones on the trail all day.
And up we went – up and up. We reached the ridge I’d had in mind – and we continued up. And then, there we were at the summit block. Words fail me now. But then? Hell – here are a few adjectives I used: stunning, amazing, staggering, beautiful, wondrous – and modifying them were about six million “verys.”
Another hour would have lofted us to the summit. But we decided to forgo it – let the snow melt. Come back in August. Dance on the top. For today – pure magic. Pure elation. Pure joy. My soul is sated.
And yes, there was a fair amount of snogging going on.
And a lot of loving.
Coming down, we understood that we were blessed to be here in that place – to be a part of it – some small organic part.