Plan B – Mount Beattie

As has become the case in most of our winter outings – today we went with Plan B. Hell, we came pretty close to going with no plan at all.

I kept watching the weather – not so good. But the 10th, four years ago, was the day that Al, Sheila’s husband, died – and he was scheduled to lead a hike up Evening Ridge. So we decided to go for it.

We woke up at 5.30 a.m. to snow. What else is new? We live in the snow zone. Simon was not thrilled by the idea of driving 90 minutes in snow on horrible roads. We picked Sheila up at 7 and got under way. Happily, less than 10 minutes after setting out, we left our unique little snow zone and the roads were wonderfully clear. In fact, it was raining at even the slightest of lower elevations. Good news!

We met with most of the folks scheduled for our trip and drove on to the trail head, where the last three met up with us. And so, thirteen of us headed up the hill., At that point, Peter, a vet of KMC, decided we should all have avi gear because the risk today was labelled “considerable.”

There was a bit of discussion – almost heated – but we decided to go with making it a safe and happy experience for everyone. That meant aiming for Mount Beattie instead of Evening Ridge. No matter, as both are beautiful destinations and we got to play in the snow. My only regret of the entire day was that I took NOT ONE SINGLE PHOTO!

My camera is not waterproof and the snow was relentless all day. I wish I could describe the beauty of the trees, clad completely in white – thick mantles of snow adorned with shivering ice crystals. And the snow was soooo deep. Simon took time to explore the depth by hurling his body deep into a tree well. He reported that it was indeed very deep.

I only fell once – which would have gone almost unnoticed except for the fact that once down I couldn’t get back up.

We paused at the top to take in the view – ok – just kidding – paused to look at the grey mist. In the winter it doesn’t bother me one bit when there’s no view – the close-ups of the trees are so fantastically beautiful that it doesn’t matter one bit.

It was a beautiful day.

Next: a day of chores and writing a trip report – then skiing if the weather co-operates.

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