Finally, having manoeuvred around most of the deep pot hole on the track, we parked and began our hike, me without gloves or toque of course. At leaving the car, the air temperature was minus two. The sky was clear and the sun was warm, when its light found the ground through the towering trees. Our path began as rock and turned to a rougher mix of rock and frozen mud.
Oddly, it seemed to me, there were few sounds of birds as we climbed the path. The sound of falling water was a constant and fellow hikers stopped to fill water bottles with icy, clean, mountain refreshment.
The first snow of the season appeared in places along our route.
The vistas, when finally we could see through a clearing in the trees, were incredible indeed.
It was time for coffee, and the hike back began.
Photos by Jim Murray. Copyright 2014.