I'm settling in to work and life in Victoria. But across Canada the weather is getting cooler and the leaves are falling so I hope you won't mind me harkening back to the warm, lazy days of summer.
It just so happened that the group of women who I've hiked with for 8 years planned a trip in Glacier National Park, just off the Trans Canada Highway near Revelstoke, at the time I would be driving to Victoria following my daughter's wedding.
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| Vistas galore |
For some of the long time members of the group the trip was a return to a place they had lots of stories about, mostly mice tales (pardon the pun). Fortunately, we made new stories that didn't include any four legged creatures despite a mother grizzly and her two cubs lurking about the cabin.
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| The WOR |
We all congregated at the A.O. Wheeler Hut. Like most Alpine Club of Canada huts it was named after a
former member, who lived around the turn of the 20th century. The hut was that old, rustic
with charming ambiance. This year there were twenty something
of us from all over Alberta.
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| Forget put on your big girl panties. Put on your high heels and climb that mountain! |
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| Glaciers in every direction |
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| Lunch, blister tending and rest |
It was a few days of laughs, wine and catching up with old friends and meeting new ones along with the requisite blisters, sore muscles and sunburn.
It was over too fast as we all departed for the trip home, and me to my new home.
I hope to trek with these women again next year.
