But I can’t – I have to first explain that Nicky, for some reason I can’t quite fathom, decided that it would be a great idea to drive to the trailhead along a long logging road in the middle of nowhere with about 1/8 tank of gas – and a gas light that was completely unreliable.
She also didn’t bring a wallet in case we needed gas.
Jolly good thing she didn’t mention any of this until we got back from the hike.
At any rate, we were on the trail at about 8 a.m. and hiking and it was glorious – until we hit the deadfall. Holy freaking cows! And I thought Idaho Peak was bad! We worked our way over, around, through and did Nicky “favourite” thing – bushwhacking! (serves her right for the gas thingy!)
And so we got up to Lyle Lakes – way more snow than expected – and then sidehilled through the snow up and up following KMC tracks left by guys who made it to the top and back in 8 hours two days before.
We decided they had much longer legs and didn’t stop to take a million photos along the way.
As we got higher the going got to be way more fun and we made it (after 4.5 hours) to a fabulous high bench about 300 vertical metres shy of the top. Who cares, we said. This is heaven!
And so we had our lunch and then boot skied down. 1.5 hours up – 10 minutes down!
And then renegotiated the deadfall. Akkk!
And back to the car after 7.5 hours total. And then Nicky started the engine with the gas gauge sitting at empty. We made it to New Denver on fumes.
From now on and forever for the rest of her hiking life, she knows that the first thing I will say whenever I get in the car with her is, “How much is in the tank?”
It should be noted that without my ten bucks, she would likely not have made it home.