Ok. I didn’t actually peak Mount Robson, but I got pretty damn close. I was so close that I shivered from the special climate the peak ripped through the atmosphere. Literally; it’s pointy.
My brother Bart, his friend Scott, and I packed our gear into our hiking packs, divvy’d up the food, double checked my camera (Canon T1i), backup camera, and lenses (50 mm and 12 – 24 mm), and stepped over the bridge onto the Berg Lake Trail to begin our journey.
I do a lot of hiking, so I’m fairly familiar with the ways of the bush. I carry a knife with me most places I go – not that this is the only thing one needs in the bush.
This hike, however, turned into a 3 day, ~ 70 km round trip hike. 2 days up, 1 day down. You must book yourself into the trail because.. well, safety.
In the end I had a completely overwhelming feeling from Mother Nature about her natural beauty, about expansiveness and majesty, about earth. About the sweet sweet dirt beneath our feet. You know that feeling you get when you see a sunset, or remember a happy place you’ve been and breathe in deeply? Well, it was that feeling all day every day.
Also, how do you like my brother’s van?
