Well this is way better late than never! I am all moved and settled into my new home, and here I have more regular access to the Internet and use of my own computer. More about that later.
So, back on June 27th ish, my friend Ben and I went on an overnight hiking trip to Lindeman and Greendrop Lakes, out in the Chilliwack area. We arrived at the trailhead at dusk, and pitched the tent in a mossy clearing just off the trail down to Post Creek. We were still close enough to the car to leave the food there overnight, so we wouldn't have to hang the bear-bag unnecessarily.
Equipped with packs, water, bear spray, Ben's fancy camera, and a hiking pole for my dodgy knee, the next morning we started out easily enough up the varied path to Lindeman lake. When we arrived there after about an hour and a half we were hot, sweaty, and already a little tired of carrying the packs, so we decided to stop for lunch and a swim. The lake was a beautiful turquoise and oh-so-very-bloody-freezing-cold. But it was a nice contrast to the hiking with packs, so we quickly changed and enjoyed a 30 second dip (whilst shrieking and swearing under our breaths), then we dried off and ate a lunch of soup and tea and something else we can't remember. This is the problem with writing blog posts two months late.
Photo Credit: Ben Cecchetto
More photos from the trip found HEREThe scenery at Lindeman was really great, especially as we pressed onwards and got a better view of the lake from the north side. The mountainsides were a lot like those at Cheam, which I hiked last year around the same time. Not surprising since we had to pass the Cheam trailhead to get to Lindeman/Greendrop. They're just a few Kms apart.
What we weren't expecting was the difficulty of the rockfalls/scree slopes we had to hike across. Damn. They were really taxing. Keeping your balance on the boulders is challenging enough
without 50lb packs. Then there was the sheer quantity of them... there were at least a dozen or so on the trail. We always seemed to come to
one more just as we thought we were finished with the worst of them. I have to say it was the slightest bit disheartening, especially on the way back. I had really ugly bruises all over my calves for the next couple of weeks! However, the upside of these scree slopes meant that we had the opportunity to see quite a few
Pikas! So Cute.
As we got closer up to Greendrop Lake the trail became pretty ambiguous, since it had been washed out and re-posted several times in the last few years. Generally, though, we followed the river as we figured it had to be emptying out of the lake, got our boots nice and wet, and found the orange trailmarkers again without incident. The campsite there was nice and private, surrounded by large thorny Devil's Club plants and sheltered by hemlock and fir. After some difficulty getting the fire going with damp wood, we were offered some hot embers by the neighbours (who seemed intent on burning down half the forest) and we eventually were able to warm up and keep the mozzies away with a little smoke. There was no campfire ban at this point, and we made sure we were very careful, as always. I got dinner happening on my little camp stove. We had rotini pasta with sundried tomatoes, basil and garlic. Mmm. Ben thought it was tasty, but maybe a little too fancy for camping. I dunno. I like the challenge of preparing something semi-gourmet with the limitations of a wilderness situation. It's just a thing.
We hung the bear bag that second night, and settled in for what proved to be a very rainy night. Unfortunately, my tent did not hold up to the extreme mountain weather, in spite of my waterproofing efforts a few days prior. At least we spent the night dry and cozy, but there was a rather large puddle on top of the tent by morning, and the advice of "don't touch the walls" was only useful after the fact. But that's ok, it was funny and the interior waterfall proved worthy of a good laugh-- it was a sharp wake-up call!
That morning the breaking of camp began pretty much right after the breaking of fast. (Cinnamon blueberry oatmeal with brown sugar.) The hike down was long and arduous. I could have done with another day just to camp and relax at Greendrop. I had to constantly remind myself that yes, I do enjoy this, and yes, this will probably be my only chance to get out for an overnight hike this year. I was just out of shape, physically less able to keep up with my usual pace. I was sore for days afterwards, but I thought it was so worth it.
We stopped at Lindeman for lunch on the way down, for a pack removal and for not-swimming. It was so nice to get out of the rockfalls. All in all, it was a good trip. We did not have to use the bear spray, we did not get hurt, my knee held up well, Ben got some good pics, and we were happy campers to arrive back at the car.
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow. - Lin Yutang