Lightning Strike

So, Krista picked me up today at 9 and an hour later, our snowshoes were on and we were making our way up to the trailhead for Lightning Strike.

It was reasonably cold; it was snowing; but the sun was visible through the cloud so we some hopes for views. Up we went following a skin track. Eventually we caught up with a group of skiers taking off their skins and getting ready to head down.

We kept heading up. And up. Krista asked more than once! Is that the top?” And every time she did, I answered, ”Well, that’s a false summit.”

The thing about this ridge is that there are an awful lot of false summits.

As we continued to climb, the temperature dropped and where the ridge was open near the top,  the wind blew up pretty fiercely. The wind also drove the snow right into our faces. And did I mention that we had to break trail shortly after leaving the group of skiers?

Finally the top was in sight. Krista told me she’d take a photo of me at the top. She was done. I hurried up, took a photo and zipped back down to join her for a snack. Then we headed down. It turned out that the skiers had pretty much wiped out our up-track so we just headed down.

Then there came a point where I thought, ”Hmm, maybe we should have gone a tad to the right.” It turns out that yes, we should have turned. We bluffed out. However, why go back uphill when there’s a down track over there? and hey! Even better – an up-track. So we zipped down through powder with both of us sinking in so deeply at one point we had to struggle to get out.

But we continued down, vaguely following the up-track. At the bottom, we realized this was not the track we’d come up. In fact, this track took us much farther down and came out on the road well below the point where we’d orginally veered up.

Plan A had been lunch at the cabin. We went with Plan B: why go all the way back up when we can have lunch here and then plummet down to the car park?

And so we did that and got back to the vehicle at 2.

And that’s when Krista confessed. It seems that when she said she’d go to Lightning Strike with me, she thought I meant the cabin. She doesn’t like winter activities. She really doesn’t like snowshoeing. Snowshoeing uphill is beyond awful.

And she said not a word until we were done! However, once we were back she was more than willing to share her thoughts, which included selling her snowshoes and not seeing me again until spring.

She did admit that if she’d thought about it hard enough, she would have realized that I would never snowshoe to a cabin and be done; there had to be a mountain involved.

I laughed and laughed and laughed. There we were, heading off to Kootenay Pass, me thinking a mountain and Krista assuming a cabin. There was only one thing for me to do. I shared my chocolate with her.

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