We may as well start at the beginning. About 15 minutes into our hike, we saw a grizzly bear. This was entirely Nicky’s fault. She started off the day saying she desperately wanted to see a bear.
Right – done! And yes, we remained calm and happy. Except for the fact that Nicky didn’t stop gushing over our beautiful grizzly for quite a long time afterwards (all day).
Right – next – gushing about the hike, which is admittedly spectacularly beautiful. We both gushed. I only stopped every time we encountered a boulder field (lots of them). To my credit, I was stoic and got through the darn things! Not with grace necessarily – but still…
And then we got to the high bench, at which point the trail stopped and we free-lanced up the huge and steep talus slope to the Whitewater tarn. Well – now that was quite a scramble. Interesting enough that we decided we would find a different way down.
We also decided we would not make the col. On footing like we had and heat like we experienced, the tarn was the perfect end to the hike and the ideal place for lunch. Oh – did I mention that I had a tiny slip? No problem – just a big hole in the ass-end of my shorts. Oh hell, never really liked those shorts anyway.
So we headed back down after drinking in the amazing beauty. And yes, we found a better way down and then up – and then down and then across all those f*&^king boulder fields.
Eight hours after setting out, we made it back. Changing into sandals never felt so good. Chocolate never tasted so good.
And you know what? Brennan the day after tomorrow. And that means I get to hike with my first and second favourite hiking partners. Yay!!!!
Blissed out – the side effect of every hike in the alpine.