It’s a bit early to trust that the weather will hold. In a few places they are pulling out of major snowstorms and it can rain like nobody’s business here in April. We really wanted to test out the van so we were off for the inaugural trip. Not too many miles but we managed to hit three kinds of climates this time. Manning Park was fabulous in snow. It’s the end of the season so the trails were a bit dodgy but we persevered. No other lunatics on the trail either which was a bonus.
Lunch time. We parked in the Cambie Loop trailhead overnight. It was a tad cool, maybe minus 10 or more celsius. The insulation in the van worked just fine and we were pretty comfortable. I think more comfortable than the folks who created these snow caves for sleeping.
Within about one hundred kilometres or less we were in a dryer, warmer climate. There is a very pretty gem of a recreation area near Princeton, the China Ridge cross-country ski trails. The snow was essentially done but we managed.
We carried our skis as much as we used them. This was a picnic in the sun. There was much evidence of elk and deer, but we must have been noisy and didn’t see any. (Well, a number of deer on the side of the road, this is the time of year the roadsides have fresh new grass. It is important to watch out when driving these highways, to avoid the collision between humans and animals.)
Then finally, we spent some time in the Stein Valley, near Lytton. The Stein is a World Heritage site, deeply important to the First Nations people who live in the region. In the nineteen eighty’s it was slated for logging and there was tremendous work done to preserve it. There are ancient pictographs here, and artifacts from hundreds of years ago. To hike here is to feel a very powerful peace. We have been here several times, and every time discover something new. And that is just to scratch the surface. The best way to see it is to take some time, I think and to be quiet about it. This time we only had a couple of days but were so lucky in that there were few other people here. It was, as always spectacular. Pictures don’t do it justice.
Again, off the side of the trail. This is after crossing a part of the trail called the Devil’s Staircase. It is not too bad when carrying a light day pack. I have done it with a fully loaded backpack in the heat however, and it deserves the name.
It was a good trip.
I expect the blog to be back to its regularly scheduled fibre topics one of these days. Knitting has resumed, in short bursts, and it seems that I have (ahem) ordered a loom…
(Down the next rabbit hole, yes indeedy.)