We’ve just returned from a week in the mountains, staying in a cabin near Lake Louise.
The weather was threatening the entire week (including actual threats from forecasters, like warnings of possible flooding). We managed to dodge the rain drops, hiking dry every day except post-rain in a meadow where I was soon soaked to the knees from rain drops on grass heads. But that was lovely, absolutely lovely.
We’ve learned some tricks for avoiding the worst of the summer crowds (arrive early), and were well prepared with toques and gloves (summer essentials in the Rockies).
We saw a few animals – a glimpse of some mountain goats, a gazillion what-I-though-were-chipmunks but are in fact ground squirrels. Some were kind enough to pose for photos. I saw a pika for the first time – I’ve heard them, but had never seen the fluffy-mouse-sized creature that loves rock piles. We saw a huge elk, resting in the forest. Another hiker walked back along the trail with us to show us the best spot to view him, and admire his huge antlers.
Stories hovered, a little too shy to settle with so many people around. But they’ll come. They always come, after a trip to the mountains.
Maureen
Emerald Lake
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