Kuilau Ridge Trail, Kaua’i Day Hike

5.5 miles round trip / 1381′ elevation gain

Kuilau Ridge Trail

Kuilau Ridge Trail, Kaua’i, Hawai’i

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Lemon/lime tree along the Kuilau Ridge Trail

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A message written on the picnic table along the Kuilau Ridge Trail

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Kuilau Ridge Trail, Kaua’i, Hawai’i

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Kuilau Ridge Trail, Kaua’i, Hawai’i

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View from the Kuilau Ridge Trail

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View from the Kuilau Ridge Trail

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The end of the Kuilau Ridge Trail

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Continuing onto the Moalepe trail

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Moalepe trail, Kaua’i, Hawai’i

Return to the North Fork Skokomish River Backpacking

3 days, 2 nights / 16 miles / 3900′ elevation gain

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Black & White Lakes Trail, Olympic National Park, WA

With another long holiday weekend coming up, my husband and I were looking for another backpacking trip to get away from the fast paced city life.  Even though we had already been to the North Fork Skokomish River before, we knew there were many more trails in the area left to explore.  We were seeking out a location to set up a base camp for a few nights and explore the nearby trails via day hiking, and the North Fork Skokomish was just the place.  With hopes of clear skies and opportunities for night photography, I packed up my DSLR and a few lenses in addition to my normal 25 pound pack.  Just like our last trip, we headed towards the Olympic Peninsula late in the evening after my husband got off work.  We enjoyed our stay at the Glen Ayr Resort during our last trip, so we made reservations once again.  After taking a ferry from Seattle late in the evening on Thursday before the Independence Day holiday weekend, we arrived at our home for the night on the banks of the Hood Canal.

Day 1:  5.5 miles / <500′ elevation gain

We woke early on Friday morning in the comfort of our hotel room and loaded our packs with the last few necessary items for a few nights in the wilderness.  We stopped at a local favorite restaurant, The Tides, for a filling breakfast before heading into the Olympic Mountains.  With the hopes of beating the holiday crowds, my husband took a day off work allowing us to arrive at the Staircase Ranger Station on Friday morning just as it was opening.  With our wilderness permits in hand, we hit the trail along the North Fork Skokomish River with Big Log campsite as our destination.  While the Staircase campground was nearly full as we left the parking lot behind us, we felt instant solitude as soon as we hit the trail.  We were virtually alone in the wilderness and had an instant feeling of peace.

Conditions were perfect for a few nights of camping; mild temperatures, blue skies, and no one else around.  Even with the additional weight of my camera and lenses, we moved swiftly along the easy trail as it meandered alongside the river.

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Staircase Trail, Olympic National Park, WA

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Bridge over the North Fork Skokomish, Olympic National Park, WA

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North Fork Skokomish Trail, Olympic National Park, WA

The trail slowly climbs its’ way into the valley with mountains on both sides of it.  Being surrounded by the enormous trees that made up the surrounding forest made me feel so small.  The miles disappeared so quickly as we continued our trek towards Big Log.  As we hiked along, we only passed a few groups of backpackers heading out towards the trailhead.  It wasn’t very long until we reached Madeline Creek, where trail workers were replacing the log crossing that once led the way.  The trail was diverted to the stock trail down below, where we crossed the creek upon a small log.  As we slogged uphill towards the original trail, we thanked the trail volunteers who were harnessed for safety from falling into the creek below.

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Trail workers over Madeline Creek along the North Fork Skokomish, Olympic National Park, WA

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Log crossing Madeline Creek, North Fork Skokomish River Trail, Olympic National Park, WA

Not long after the creek crossing, we reached a sign pointing downhill towards Big Log leading us to the campsites.  We were happy to arrive so quickly and so early in the day.  After taking our packs off and a quick rest, we scoped out the area looking for a spot to call home for the next few nights.  Only a few sites were occupied, and it seemed it was the base camp for the nearby trail workers.  We picked a private spot alongside a very large log with a pre-existing fire pit.  As soon as we settled and prepared to eat lunch, we knew right away that mosquitos were going to be a nuisance.  Thankfully, my husband was able to quickly throw together a smoky fire that seemed to keep the insects at bay.

We were all alone!  We enjoyed a lunch by the fireside in solitude.  We setup camp without the sounds of anyone else around.  We spent the afternoon exploring the riverside, gathering firewood, taking pictures, and enjoying only the company of each other and nature.

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North Fork Skokomish River, Olympic National Park, WA

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North Fork Skokomish River, Olympic National Park, WA

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Rock cairn on log over North Fork Skokomish River, Olympic National Park, WA

It was a beautiful day in the Olympic wilderness, which continued into the evening.  The only neighbors we had for the night were the trail workers who were camping nearby.  They must have been exhausted, because not a sound came from their direction once the sun set.  As we laid in our tents preparing for sleep, the only sounds that could be heard were the rushing waters of the North Fork Skokomish River.  That night, I had the best nights’ sleep I have ever had in a sleeping bag, on a sleeping mat upon the cold, hard ground.

Day 2:  5 miles round trip / 2900′ elevation gain

After a restful night’s’ sleep, we climbed out of our tents excited to explore a new area of the park.  We enjoyed breakfast and coffee beside the fire hoping to keep the persistent mosquitos away.  Once again we were all alone at the campground since the trail workers had already left to continue their work over Madeline Creek.  We packed our daypacks and started our journey hiking towards Black and White Lakes.  We decided to take the primitive trail from Big Log towards the lakes in hopes of more solitude in nature.

This trail was tough!  Right away it starts climbing upwards and it never seems to stop.  The trail was difficult to navigate; at times it was comparable to game trails making us feel uncertain of our next steps.  The path never seemed to switch back and forth to gain elevation; instead it headed straight up the mountainside with no end in sight.  We stopped several times under shaded areas of the trail to rest along the way.  As we gained elevation and neared the top, the trees became smaller and at one point we were surrounded by flowers (beargrass.)

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Xerophyllum tenax (bear grass,) Black & White Lakes primitive trail, Olympic National Park, WA

After hiking just over 2 miles in more than 3 hours, we finally reached a sign pointing us towards the lakes.  Even though we only had 2/10 of a mile to go, there was still more elevation gain left.  The panoramic views as we made the last push were just the encouragement we needed to keep us going.  As the lakes came into view, we were excited to have finally reached our destination.

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Black & White Lakes primitive trail, Olympic National Park, WA

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Black & White Lakes primitive trail, Olympic National Park, WA

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Black & White Lakes, Olympic National Park, WA

During our hike, we only passed one couple and one solo backpacker – we had found the solitude we were looking for.   After finding the perfect shady picnic spot beside the lake, we were happy to finally rest our aching muscles.  Once our bodies were refueled, it was time to cool off and clean off by taking a dip in the frigid lake waters.  We weren’t in the water long before becoming uncomfortable from the cold temperatures.  We climbed out and sunned ourselves on a log jutting into the lake as our clothes dried on a nearby tree.

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Black & White Lakes, Olympic National Park, WA

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Black & White Lakes, Olympic National Park, WA

Before heading back down the trail, we explored the area around the lake photographing the surrounding beauty.  It was hard to leave the 360˚ views as we made our way back into the dense forest.

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Black & White Lakes, Olympic National Park, WA

Even hiking downhill, this trail was relentless.  I was hoping to make better time during the descent, but as my toes pounded into the front of my shoes we were quickly reduced to a slower pace.  Halfway down the trail, we ran into a couple hiking upwards toward the lakes.  After short discussion, they decided they wouldn’t be able to make it out and back before sunset.  The couple decided to turn around, and the four of us made our way down the trail.  It wasn’t long before the two hikers were out of sight and we we alone on the trail once again.  As we hiked down into the valley, the sounds of the rushing North Fork Skokomish River grew louder until we were home by its’ side for another evening.  We arrived back at Big Log to a completely packed campsite, filled with lots of families.  Our time alone in the wilderness was long gone.

After dinner by the fireside we enjoyed a game of backpackers bocce ball.  We used the last moments of daylight and took turns reading aloud pages from a book together.  As soon as the sun disappeared from the valley, we climbed into our tents.  It wasn’t long before the sounds of the river assisted in our slumber on the forest floor.

Day 3:  5.5 miles / <500′ elevation gain

We woke up early to the sounds of families playing and cooking breakfast all around us.  The sun was making its’ way through the forest trees filling the valley with warm air.  We took our as we had our morning coffee and breakfast near another smokey fire.

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Big Log campground, Olympic National Park, WA

 

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Big Log campsite, Olympic National Park, WA

It wasn’t long until all of the surrounding campers were out for the day, leaving us alone in the wilderness once last time.  There was one last item on the agenda before we packed up our gear and headed out. My husband had been talking about jumping into the North Fork Skokomish River since the day we arrived.  With the warm weather and sunshine filling the valley, conditions were perfect for a mid-morning swim.  I watched as my husband examined the perfect spot to jump into, and soon thereafter he was plunging in!  Even the frigid waters of the river couldn’t remove the smile on his face.

With our packs loaded and on our backs, we hit the trail taking lots of memories with us.  We played a game guessing how many day hikers we would see on our way towards the trailhead.  At the end of the day, I won counting 60+ day hikers during the 5.5 mile hike along the river.

We stopped at the junction towards Flapjacks Lake and enjoyed a quick snack.  Two backpackers we had passed a mile back came limping by (one of them wearing flip-flops,) and we struck up a conversation with them.  My husband and I were so excited to meet two fellow Texans!  The brothers were on their first ever backpacking trip and were on the last stretch of a multi-day hike starting at Duckabush.  They mentioned having to hitchhike back to their car left at the trailhead days ago, and we quickly volunteered without question.  We kept our much quicker pace than the two hikers, but agreed to meet in the parking lot.  The last few miles of hiking flew by and the closer we got to the trailhead, the more packed it became with day hikers.  We arrived to an overflowing parking lot full of holiday travellers.  Our new friends arrived shortly thereafter, and we made our way along Lake Cushman and then along the Hood Canal towards Duckabush.  My husband and I enjoyed conversation about a shared passion in backpacking, and were happy to help out fellow adventurers.  The detour was welcomed as it introduced us to new areas of the park.  We dropped off the two brothers and made our way out of the forest one last time, but always knowing we’ll be back soon.

Garibaldi Provincial Park Wilderness Backpacking

3 days, 2 nights / 17.8 miles / 5650′ elevation gain

Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Day one:  Rubble Creek Trailhead to Garibaldi Lake

5.5 miles / 2950′ elevation gain

After spending a week in Whistler Village my husband and I were excited to head into the wilderness for a few nights.  We had spent the last few days soaked by the pouring rains during our vacation in Whistler, but had made the best of the situation enjoying mountain biking, hiking and running.  Although the weather forecast was showing one final day of rain for our hike into Garibaldi Provincial Park, the remaining days looked promising with sunshine and mild temperatures.  All we had to do was make it through one hike in the rain, and the rest of the days would be high and dry.  After unloading all of our luggage and bikes into a local storage unit for the next few days, we arrived at the Rubble Creek trailhead around noon.  The parking lot was half full and only a few other backpackers were preparing for their journey into the wet wilderness.  We sat in the car looking over the map and eating our lunch mentally preparing ourselves for the climb up to Garibaldi Lake in the cold, pouring rain.

The two of us had procrastinated enough, and it was time to hit the trail.  With our bodies and packs protected with wet weather gear, we started our journey upwards towards Garibaldi Lake.  The trail instantly starts to climb upwards and never stops climbing!  It wasn’t long before our hearts were racing and our bodies were warmed.  This is where I made my first mistake.  Living in the Pacific Northwest, I am very comfortable hiking in the rain.  I was happy to shed my layers and let the rain cool me off as I trekked along.  As the rain slowed and eventually stopped, my gear was drying up and things were looking up.  It was a nice hike and we were practically alone the entire way.  It wasn’t long before the rain came back, and began to soak everything once again.  I knew we were closing in on Garibaldi Lake, so I mistakenly opted to continue to hike without the protection of my rain gear.  By the time we arrived at the backpackers campground, we were soaked.  Because I had chosen to hike without the protection of my wet weather gear, my clothes and hair were drenched.  We were happy to learn that shelters were provided for cooking and storing food, allowing us a dry location to rest before setting up camp.  As we laid our clothes and gear out to dry we enjoyed friendly conversation with a fellow backpacker and her two children.  We waited out the rain while we warmed our bodies with hot tea and cocoa.  The clouds parted just long enough for us to pick out a site and set up our tent.  It wasn’t long before the rain returned so we rushed back to the warmth of the dry shelter to cook dinner in hopes that the rain would dissipate once and for all as forecasted.  As we enjoyed our dehydrated meals we noticed that it was no longer raining – the rain had turned to ice and snow!  While it was a beautiful sight, my husband and I knew we were in for a long, cold and wet night in the wilderness.  I grabbed my camera and rushed outside to capture the beauty of the snow falling onto the lake.  That was the moment I realized my second mistake – I didn’t put a memory card in my camera!  I quickly snapped two photos with my iPhone 4s; therefore, all of the photos in this blog were taken with my cell phone.

A light snow dusting over Panorama Ridge and Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A light snow dusting over Panorama Ridge and Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Icicles hang from a shelter at Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Icicles hang from a shelter at Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

As we climbed into our tent before dark, I was thankful that we had invested in a larger backpacking tent earlier in the year.  After having a mini breakdown about the freezing temperatures and the large rock strategically located just under my sleeping mat, I welcomed sleep even though it was still light outside.  Wearing every layer of clothing I had packed, I crawled into my sleeping bag chilled to the bone.  Needless to say, it was a long, cold night in the wilderness.

Day two:  Garibaldi Lake to Black Tusk returning to Garibaldi Lake

6.8 miles round trip / 2700′ elevation gain

The next morning began with a discussion on whether we could face another cold, sleepless night in the wilderness.  The sun had finally forced its’ way out of the clouds and over the mountain peaks topped with fresh and snow. With our bodies finally warmed from hot coffee and breakfast, it was easier to make the decision to stick it out for one more night.  The excitement of hiking to Black Tusk pushed the memories of the uncomfortable night to the backs of our minds.  As we finished our breakfast, backpackers were pouring into the campground.  Even though we had a rough night, it had allowed us to beat the crowds and secure a nice campsite.  I’m certain the campground was full before noon.  We packed our day pack and hit trail headed to Black Tusk.  The views of the glacier peaked mountains that had been hidden the day before were now in plain site.

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The trails instantly begins to climb up and away from the lake towards Taylor Meadows.  It slowly switches back and forth through the canopied forest.  It wasn’t long until we reached the meadows.  The trail flattened and the forest opened up to a mountain peaked background.

Taylor Meadows, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Taylor Meadows, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Once we hiked through the meadows the trail came to a fork with trail marking sign and primitive facilities.  As we took a quick break and chatted with a few hikers I noticed something moving in the distance – a black bear was slowly making its way across the meadows!  I pointed it out to the other hikers and we all enjoyed watching the bear in its natural environment.

A black bear in Taylor Meadows, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A black bear in Taylor Meadows, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The chill in the air pushed us to hike on hoping to warm ourselves up.  Once again the trail begins to climb upwards towards Black Tusk becoming slightly steeper at each switchback.  It wasn’t long before the combination of the uphill hike and the sun breaking away from the clouds had us shedding our warmer layers and welcoming a lunch break.  A large boulder field crossing the trail seemed to be a great spot to soak up the warm sun and refuel before the final push to the Black Tusk viewpoint.  We enjoyed the company of curious marmots as we looked onto views of Garibaldi Lake surrounded by mountains.

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A marmot along the trail to Black Tusk, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A marmot along the trail to Black Tusk, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Once the clouds made their way back in front of the sun, it was time to hit the trail and make the final push to view Black Tusk.  As we climbed higher snow was becoming more noticeable along the trailside.  We made our way up the scree field and Black Tusk finally came into view.  It had a fresh covering of snow and so did most of the area surrounding it.  The clouds were were moving very quickly across the sky sometimes making Black Tusk disappear.  We reached the Black Tusk viewpoint with a sign warning us of the end of the maintained trail.  I was happy to soak in the view on stable, snow-free ground as my husband made his way upwards towards Black Tusk following the footprints in the snow from previous adventurers.  The 360° view was truly one of the most spectacular ones I have ever seen including Black Tusk, Panorama Ridge, and Garibaldi Lake.  I spent my time alone enjoying the quiet solitude on what felt like the top of the world.  I enjoyed photographing the surrounding mountains, ever changing from the constant movement of the clouds in the sky.

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Black Tusk, Panorama Ridge, and Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

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Black Tusk, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

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Black Tusk, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Black Tusk

Black Tusk, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Lake

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Provincial Park

Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

My husband arrived back at the viewpoint just as I was saying farewell to a pair of hikers from The Netherlands heading up towards Black Tusk themselves.  Our sore feet welcomed the downhill hike as we headed back towards our temporary home at Garibaldi Lake.  It seemed like no time before we arrived back at the campground and we were happy to see the valley filled with sun.  We spent the late afternoon exploring the tiny islands that speckled alongside the Garibaldi Lake shoreline.  The area was packed with backpackers sharing stories of their day’s’ adventures.  Most of them only arrived in the park that morning having missed the unpleasantness of the cold, rainy night before.

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A view of Black tusk from Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

Garibaldi Lake

Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

As the sun began to dip behind the mountains to the west of the lake, it wasn’t long before the cold air settled into the valley once again.  We headed to the warmth of the shelter ready to cook our dinner for the evening.  Pushing our way through the crowds of people, we found a small corner of a picnic table available for us to use.  It was interesting listening to the sound bites of the day’s events from the various campers.  While we all had a different story to tell, we each shared a common bond in the adventure of backpacking.  We headed to our tent exhausted from the day’s journey to Black Tusk, and slipped into our sleeping bags before the sun set for a second night.  It was another very cold night in the wilderness.

Day three:  Garibaldi Lake to Rubble Creek trailhead

5.5 miles / 2950′ elevation loss

After two nights of what seemed to be sub freezing temperatures, we woke with the excitement of packing up and heading out of the wilderness.  The packed shelter on the previous night gave us the idea to eat breakfast early in order to beat the crowds to the shelter.  We were the second group to arrive at the shelter and as we prepped our meal for the morning while the shelter slowly filled to capacity.  Just as we were about to leave the shelter, a young couple arrived describing a black bear that was hanging out on the trail towards Panorama Ridge.  They were looking for a park ranger and excitingly explained how the bear would not leave the path of the trail leading the two back to the campground.  We headed back to our campsite to prepare for our journey out of the park excited to think about what may cross our path along the way.  We packed up our tent as another couple was patiently waiting to take our spot.  It was difficult to leave the wilderness behind on such a beautiful, sunny day, but our bodies longed for a warm night in a comfortable bed.

A world that was hidden from us by rain and clouds during the hike in was now fully exposed.  The only thing pouring onto the trail this day was droves of backpackers and day hikers ready to enjoy the holiday weekend.  We passed by Lesser Garibaldi Lake and Barrier Lake this time seeing the deep aquamarine colors reflecting from their surfaces.

Lesser Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canda

Lesser Garibaldi Lake, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

At first we welcomed the downhill hike, but it wasn’t long before our muscles were sore and needed a break.  A sign pointing towards a viewpoint for The Barrier seemed liked a place to stop for a picnic lunch.  The sight was breathtaking as the forest opened up and the trail cliffed out at the edge of The Barrier viewpoint.  It was hard to believe this view was blocked by clouds and rain only two days ago while now the sights were endless in every direction.  As we soaked up the views and the warmth of the sun, very persistent ground squirrels and birds were trying to steal our food.  It was easy to tell that the rules of No Trace Left Behind had been broken and these animals were used to being fed.  At one point a small squirrel ran up my back attempting to reach the food in my hand!   We were surrounded by hungry wildlife and decided it was time to make the final push towards the parking lot.

My husband at The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A small squirrell examining my pack at The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A small squirrell examining my pack at The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A small bird at The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

A small bird at The Barrier viewpoint, Garibaldi Provincial Park, BC, Canada

The last few miles of downhill trekking were relentless.  As we neared the parking lot with only a few switchbacks ahead of us a day hiker stopped to ask us how far the lake was.  We laughed a little and explained they had a while to go before they arrived at their destination.  Another hiker’s journey was just beginning as ours was just about to end.  We arrived to a very full and crowded parking lot.  As we drove down Daisy Lake Road towards the Sea to Sky Highway the side of the roadway was lined with cars for nearly a mile or more.  We left the Canadian wilderness filled with warm hearts and a lifetime of memories.