Monday, 12 September 2011

Ambassadors Christian School

Today was the first day of school! Following four years of intense praying, planning and hard work, Ambassadors Christian School has officially begun to operate! It's a very exciting time, particularly for the six families with kids enrolled.

ACS begins humbly, with eight children in grades 1 through 5. Space is being rented in a centrally located church. We have one full-time teacher, one bona fide French teacher, and a healthy list of eager volunteers to either assist or to teach other particulars.

Don't these kids look spiffy?

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Cathedral - day 4



Yes, the map again. Just cuz.


Day 4 we wanted to fit in a day trip before leaving at 3:30, so we got up a little earlier than usual. I got up at 7:30 and went for a jog. My ankle needed loosening up before I could do much with it. I also hoped to see some wildlife at that hour, but I was not rewarded in that respect.

We packed up our gear except for the tent. Then we headed south toward Ladyslipper Lake. We hoped to access the rim from the Ladyslipper Lake trail and see the views from there.

On the way we saw what we had unknowingly avoided on day 2 by not hiking in via Haystack Lakes. We would have had to come down through these mountains... not an inviting thought.


Ladyslipper Lake. It is at a much higher elevation that the other lakes, and it was fairly windy.


Going past the lake, we headed up the slopes once again. We kept scouring the hillside, looking for the wildlife that had eluded us so far. And then Carrie point to the trail dead ahead; it seems the wildlife had come to us.


Mountain goats are nice looking creatures, but they do half very sharp horns and are simply not domesticated. They were blocking our trail. Should we wait for them to leave? throw rocks? simply wander through them? Unsure of how aggressive they might be, we decided to take pictures for a while and see what transpired.

Not openly aggressive, but certainly curious. This young goat came quite close and actually circled around us to get a better view (or sniff), nonchalantly eating as it went.



Carrie the goat herder. We counted eleven goats under her care.


The goats were in no hurry to move on, and they were in fact grazing their way down the trail, so we turned back toward to the lake. We took a side trail along the lake and had lunch on the scenic lakefront.


When we headed back from our side trail, there were the goats again, blocking our main route back! Aargh! Now we had no choice but to go through them. The big billy of the herd was our main obstacle, and we weren't entirely sure how to shoo him aside. Well, it turned out that pounding our hiking sticks against some rocks was enough to send the goats scurrying 10 feet away. We made it to the main trail and headed back down around Ladyslipper Lake. We had time to kill, but not enough time to go back up and access the rim.

A few of the goats of course followed us, trying (and failing) to be discreet. Peekaboo!


Always following, and play fighting while they went.


We passed a kid fishing on the shore, so of course he was the next object of the goats' curiosity. The kid thought it was the greatest thing, being stalked by goats! He wasn't too worried, but also wasn't sure what they planned to do once they caught up. We sat and watched his predicament.


Turns out all they wanted to do was get past us, and we happened to be on their trail. Odd how we had thought the exact opposite.



The boss. Thanks for posing!


Well, the goat encounter really made our day. We weren't too sad about not making it up to the rim that morning, although we missed out on reaching some seriously awesome natural clefts in the mountain face (one on either side of the inset)...


...but we also avoided getting socked in by a sudden turn in the weather. Quick, where's my snowboard?!


We headed back to camp and took down the tent in what was a light drizzle at the lower altitude. Then we made the 20-minute trek to the lodge at Quiniscoe Lake. Ugh... we'd quite forgotten how heavy the packs were... yay for lightweight day trips!

Relaxing near the lodge. The rain had stopped.


We then had a beer and a hot chocolate in the lodge. For a princely sum, the rustic accommodations serve those people who'd rather not camp outdoors. Phooey!


In the lodge we met up with another couple who had done essentially what we had: they'd taken 2 days to hike in (but had started a day later than we had), and they weren't--well, she wasn't--up to hiking out so were getting a ride. On top of that, they hadn't brought any warm clothing so hikes up the rim were decidedly uncomfortable. At 3:30 we hopped into a rickety Suburban. The driver was a Dutchman who was temporarily in Canada and working for the lodge. He gathered from my height and my surname that I had some Dutch in me as well.


The road down was a rough 4x4 road; we hit a top speed of maybe 30km/h. The other couple was in the same predicament as we were: their car was parked at the Ewart Creek trailhead, whereas we were about to be dropped off at the Lakeview trailhead. By road the trailheads were separated by about 10km, although with a river fording we could reduce that to just over 3.


However, we'd heard talk of an old road that stayed on the south side of the river; it was about 3km and didn't require fording the river. We'd asked around in the park to see if anyone knew of this old road, with little success. Once we were dropped off, we asked around some more and found someone who knew about the road. (He happened to be someone from a horse party we'd met on the trail Monday.) Anyway, he gave us guys a lift to the old overgrown road while the girls waited with the gear. My fellow hiker and I struck out through the back country, running the entire way (in hiking boots)... except to stop and rediscover the route whenever we lost the trail.

We got to our cars a little after 5pm and drove back to fetch the ladies. Then we went on our separate ways toward Vancouver.

And thus ended our successful first hike. May there be many more.

Cathedral - day 3



Park map again. This time note the darker green lines denoting day trips.


A leisurely start to day 3. We had hoped to do some serious day hikes on day 3, but the state of our limbs was not in agreement with that plan. Hence spending the first half of the day convalescing. Carrie talked me into arranging a ride out on day 4. That way, she argued, we'd have time to do a day hike yet on day 4 before leaving. She had a point.

A nice view to roll out of bed to.


After too many nights of Carrie's sleeping pad running out of air in a couple of hours, I took the opportunity to use the lake to find the leak. Found it in a jiffy and patched it up nicely.

Then it was off to Quiniscoe Lake, which is the "centre" of the park where the park ranger and the private lodge are situated. At the lodge I inquired about buying a ride out, and for $100 we were booked for 3:30pm the next day.

Quiniscoe Lake.


As we had been in no hurry to clamber over mountains, we didn't get going on our day hike until 2:30pm. But wow, what a difference when you don't have 40lbs hanging off your back! Our various pains were minimal as we traipsed along unburdened.

If you consult your map, our day trip was the upper dark green route, a clockwise loop that went over Red Mountain. Passing Quiniscoe Lake, we climbed up beside a waterfall and over it. Beyond that were lush green meadows protected on three sides by mountain walls.


Top of the timberline.


We heard and saw plenty of marmots throughout our trip, but rarely did one let us get close enough for examination. This fat and fearless guy was more than happy to pose for us as we came close for a picture.


Our intended route would bring us up a fairly steep rock slope, over a boulder-strewn mountain and back down through some meadows to the tree line. Fortunately we didn't have to scramble over too many of these red rock slopes on our way up:


Nearing the top, we noticed a few snow flakes between bursts of sun. This ominous cloud oozing over the snow bank had us wondering whether we should continue.


But the weather always improved enough that we soldiered on.


At last we made it up to the rim. The view was spectacular! This is facing east, with a view of the mountain we had come over on day 2.


It was windy and cold on the rim. Carrie had taken a jacket but I had not. Fortunately she'd knit me some mitts and I made do with sweater and mitts. Looking westward we were supposed to be able to make out Mt. Baker in Washington, about 120km away. We knew what it looked like from the Fraser Valley but weren't sure it was the same from the east, so I'll have to inspect my photos to determine which one it was. In fact, even Mt. Rainier, much further south and 320km away, is supposed to be visible on a clear day.

The Rim Trail is a long 12-15 hour route that goes from peak to peak to peak and provides spectacular views on all sides. It's a shame that our time was limited, and we could do only a short section of the rim. We headed north to go over Red Mountain. By the way, "rim trail" is quite accurate, as the mountain drops off fairly close to the trail at times.


Then the descent. It hurt a little, but our memories of the previous two days were very fresh, and we were happy with how things were going. Of course the amazing view helped to no small degree.


After a leisurely 4-hour round trip, we were back at the main lake. We decided to look up the ranger since (a) we had to pay him and (b) no one had recorded the Ewart trail conditions for a month so we might as well. He was at his cabin and very kindly took us in for tea. The guy was probably 60 and as spry as a goat. Quite necessary, as his job entails covering the various park trails on a regular basis.


An hour later we headed back to camp at Lake of the Woods, which was still a 20-minute walk from the main Quiniscoe Lake. A sweet & sour chicken meal, and off to bed early.

Cathedral - day 2



Park map again for reference. Actual route in/out is green slime colour. Intended route (where different) is orange. Start/end point is the star at the top right. Direction is clockwise.


Day 2. Woke up after a long but well-deserved sleep. We're not terribly early risers. By 8:30 the water was on for breakfast.


And what was for breakfast? Lasagna! It was a backpacking meal in a bag; you open the bag, add boiling water and let it sit for 10 minutes. (Saves on dishes.) We had tea while we waited impatiently; then, lasagna in a mug. It was sooo delicious!! Maybe just because anything would taste good at that point, but I'm still convinced it's simply a good dish.

It was a fairly lazy morning, and we weren't ready to roll until 11am.


The day before we had arrived at the clearing and not been able to locate where the trail continued. Scouting around revealed at least half a dozen animal trails leading away from the clearing. Well, after some looking, one of us noticed a marker on a tree, so with relief we were off, following the marked trail. Well refreshed, blisters freshly bandaged, ready for a day of hiking! Except 20 minutes in I noticed something...

I saw a pile of logs that looked all too familiar. I'd been seeing other things that gave me a nagging feeling, but by this point I was sure: we were backtracking. So we turned ourselves around and went straight back where we'd come from. Apparently if you're tired enough you don't pay a whole lot of attention to where you're going, which was the case at the end of our day 1 hike. Anyway, reaching the old camp spot again, we soon found the correct trail and were off again, having wasted only an hour of our day...

It took 45 minutes to reach what I assume is the Twin Buttes camp area. There's no sign to mark it, just a few stumps and a ring of rocks for a fire pit. We stopped for a snack before continuing on, but we weren't able to find the trail beyond this point. We were in a bit of a valley and decided to follow it in a westerly direction.

Twin Buttes in the background.


No trail, just snow and mushy ground...


...wonderful alpine colours...


Logs don't really rot here; instead they shrivel up and petrify. Here's a new tree growing out of an old stump.


We caught our first glimpse of the mountains in the core to which we were headed. It made me realize we needed to find an actual trail, since blindly bushwhacking straight west through valleys for a day or two was a lousy alternative.


As we were finally mostly above the tree line, I could make out various features detailed on my crappy topo map. It was now obvious we were a fair bit north of the trail (third star on the map). We decided to each head south at slightly different angles; presumably one of us would eventually come across the trail we needed to take west. Only one problem with this: we had been following a valley, and the slope to our south had gotten quite high and quite steep. So up the slope we trudged, on our separate ways.

It was a half hour before I spotted the first clue: a cairn (manmade pile of rocks). There were to be few visible trails above the tree line; cairns were the way to go from here on. I located Carrie and we rested up for a bit. The alpine wind was biting, so we wore our jackets for much of the alpine crossing.


We followed cairns westward, until finally we had a view of our destination, the park core.

About to peek over...


The vista at last.


Of course after reaching the highest elevation the only way to go is down. And downhill is often more taxing than uphill. Legs burn, toes get squished... in general one does not appreciate gravity the way one might expect. Here our walking sticks helped immensely; they steadied the descent and gave us something extra to lean on. Fortunately the ground was also cushioned with greenery, making the walk more bearable.


We still had to make our way well up the other side of the valley we were approaching.


Lower meant wetter. (Lower also meant a future climb, since any altitude we were losing would have to be regained later. But hey, if we don't like descending but we also don't like climbing, we probably should have just walked across Saskatchewan or something.)


There was a creek at the bottom of the valley that according to the map showed we should cross a couple of times close together before reaching a trail intersection. Having crossed it once, we failed to reach a second crossing. Fatigue bred doubt all too easily, and we wondered if we might have missed a turnoff somewhere. So at some point I took off my pack and scouted ahead for the intersection we sought. I was exhilarated that I could jog with abandon, unencumbered by a backpack full of creature comforts. Within minutes I found the turnoff ahead, so we would have hit it anyway had we continued in the first place. But it was a nice break. Now all that was left was a short but gruelling climb out of the valley.

The climb seemed surprisingly short, and we soon found ourselves at a key intersection not far from our destination campsite.


A mere 5 minutes later we were at the first lake, Pyramid. We had made it! Well, sort of. While camping outside the core is a free-for-all, inside the core camping is restricted to certain areas, so we still had to walk 10 minutes to the adjacent Lake of the Woods (leftmost star on the map).

A half-hearted victory pose.


So, after two days we had hiked 12 hours (excluding major breaks and the wrong-way start on day 2) for 28km. Sounds like slow progress, but to be fair it includes a net elevation increase of 1.5km and plenty of net-zero hikes and descents. All that with herds of blisters living on feet (her) and aching right knee and ankle (me). But hey, we made it alive!

After setting up camp, we managed to find the energy to cook a pasta meal and enjoy some hot chocolate. With or without Irish cream...

Shaving without a mirror... no reason to be all itchy, even at 6600 feet.


Lucky for us, the campground provided critter-proof cages for food storage, so no hanging of food in trees at night.

Then off to bed for another 12-hour snooze. (Sleeping was quite comfortable, although Carrie felt a little cold with temps in the single digits. Her borrowed air mattress also had a hole in it, which didn't help the comfort factor any.)