Sunday's hike saw us heading for Picklejar Lakes. In honour of the occasion, I did specifically pack pickles for lunch. That's how I roll! I was a little worried about the weather, as it was cooler and raining on Saturday, but the sun came out on Sunday. It was a foggy drive, and in some places, the clouds were literally draped over the mountains, like a blanket. Way cool. We (the running crew) decided we should all wear our Resolution Run jackets from last year, as they are a lovely bright orange. I mean, construction pylon, hunter orange! After all, tis the season in the mountains (lawful in provincial parks with a licence) and we did not wish to be mistaken for a deer or elk or whatever has the target on it this time of year.
The lakes are accessible after a little scramble across a steep hill, but I am getting much braver with each hike out. I even "ran" down one section...okay, I walked quicker than normal, and was almost smiling, instead of my usual look of "oh dear God, what happens if I fall here?!" Of course...couldn't find a prettier place to meet one's maker...
Faithful Inukshuk to guide our way.
Lake #1 (I think...)
Lake #4 (I was not impressed by #3...or I couldn't remember which shot it was!)
Looking up, during lunch. Of pickles! And salami sammie.
Back to the cars, after another successful hike. All present and accounted for!
The wildlife wisely stuck to the road (no hunting within 385m of the highway!), and were about 10 minutes down the highway from where the hunters camped all night. Ha ha!!