Third time’s a charm, right?
It was this time. After two previous attempts at the CBC Tower (both times weathered out), today was the day. Five of us foolhardy folks attempted it. And let me be clear that the hardest part was the trail to Pulpit Rock, which was icy, icy, icy. Did I mention icy?
I was so grateful that I’d brought my crampons. No, not icers – full-on ice-climbing crampons. They did the job where nothing else would.
At the flagpole, most of us met up – although we were scattered a bit along the trail. We changed into snowshoes and followed Leon’s trail that he had laboriously laid down a couple of days previously. As he said, it took him 3.5 hours from the flagpole to 400 metres below Cherry Street Station.
So – while he waited for Doug, Peter, Sheila and I went on. When the trail ended, we broke trail up and up and up to the station (I should mention that total ascent to the tower is almost 1300 metres – and that’s a fair amount on snowshoes).
After Cherry Hill Station, still waiting for Doug and Leon, we decided to forge on. After all, breaking trail is slow, laborious work – they were bound to catch up with us. We carved out a trail going generally along the top of the ridge toward the summit of Elephant Mountain. It wasn’t until we were on top that we spotted the tower below us (damn!)
We backtracked a couple of minutes and found Doug and Leon. Leon said something along the lines of “That’s a jackrabbit trail you made”
Well – yes – but it got us there! Sort of!
And finally – yay! There it was. We had a quick lunch. Yes, it was very cold – and then hared back down as fast as we could.
Yes, the bottom part was, as Peter said, “Treacherous” but we made it!
Now I can finally drive around in Nelson, look up at the tower and say, “Hey! I’ve been there!”