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The Best Until Last -- Mt. Cheam

Well, we certainly saved the best until last this year. A year ago, Ruth suggested we hike Mt. Cheam, but several reports indicated that many parts of the trail at the end of August that year were still buried under snow. We didn't feel up to dealing with huge snowfields, so we agreed that we would put Cheam on our list of "must do's" and tackle it if the trails were clear in August 2012.

The "Good" Part of the Road

Although it would be challenging, we both felt we could handle the hike; however, we were keenly aware that we would first have to conquer the decommissioned logging road that led to the trailhead. While the Subaru's manual cautioned the owner that it was "first and foremost a passenger car," we had heard of others who had made it to the top in a Forester like mine. I spent the night before the hike watching YouTube videos of off-road adventures, psyching myself up for the drive the next day. Don loaded a shovel and some solid boards that came from an old bed frame into my car, then gave some last minute advice, and I was on my way.

The air was electric with anticipation when Ruth and I met at the school parking lot at 7:30 in the morning on August 16. This was what we had been looking forward to for a whole year. With a set of directions in Ruth's hand and my hands on the steering wheel, we set out on our adventure.

Using Boards to Get Across Deep Water Bar

The drive was smooth as we sailed along Hwy. 1, and still smooth as we wound our way along Chilliwack Road. We turned off at Foley Creek Forestry Service Road and eventually west onto the Chipmunk Creek FSR. At the end of this rather bumpy road, we started up the old logging road towards the trailhead. The first major ditch across the road made us gasp a little, but I threw the Subaru into first gear, took a deep breath, and slowly inched its nose into the ditch, listening for any sound of scraping on the undercarriage. So this was how an AWD actually works -- wheels grabbing when others are spinning.

It took us a full hour to navigate the 10 km. of this bump-and-grind road, and fortunately we had to stop only once to use the boards to negotiate one particularly deep ditch. Finally we were on the short, rocky stretch of road that took us into the parking lot where four vehicles told us we were not alone that day. That was actually quite comforting.

Lady Peak from End of Road

As we unloaded our gear, we met two older gentlemen who had arrived just minutes before us. "Jim," came over to chat, and we asked him if he had hiked the trail before.  His answer? "Yes, about once a year for the past 30 years." Good. We had found someone who could point us in the right direction should we need it. He and his pal, Bob, were planning to hike Lady Peak, the massive neighbour of Cheam.

View to the South

Had the two men not been such photo and video enthusiasts, they would have quickly been miles ahead of us. As it was, for the first hour or so, we caught glimpses of them ahead on the same trail, usually with a camera pointed at something that had caught their eyes.

The alpine flowers were in glorious splendour that day. Some we knew well -- Indian paintbrush, mountain lupine, yellow glacier lily, Sitka columbine, alpine heather, spreading phlox, pearly everlasting, cow-parsnip, fireweed and sub-alpine daisies.  Others required an identification search in a field guide when I got home -- Martindale's lomatium, pink monkey-flower, Davidson's penstemon, and heart-leafed arnica. Our eyes feasted on the mountainsides dressed in colour--slopes clothed in subtle shades of blue and purple punctuated with brilliant splashes of pink, yellow and red.

Pink Monkey-Flower

Mountain Lupie, Sub-Alpine Daisy, and Heart-Leaved Arnica

Hillside of Fireweed

Yellow Glacier Lily

It seemed that we gasped with every turn along the trail; the scenery was beyond description. Certainly our surroundings this day were declaring the Glory of God with a resounding shout. In fact, Ruth saw it as a metaphor for 2 Corinthians 3:18.  In every turn, and every new vista, there was increasing glory.

Snow Cave in Middle of August

As we crossed through a mossy bowl then up the other other side, we stepped around a corner and saw one of the snow caves we had read about. It was smaller than it would have been a month earlier; still, it was hard to imagine that this remnant represented only a tiny bit of the snow that filled this area just months before.

Precipitous Back Side of Lady Peak

The back side of Mt. Cheam looks radically different from the side one views from the Trans-Canada, and as we entered the col between two colossal mountains where the trail forked, we wondered which was the one we were aiming for. We followed a less-troddened trail up a slight slope until we could go not a foot farther without falling to the valley 4,000 feet below where Jones Lake lay like an giant sapphire amidst a sea of green. To the right, we looked up, and up, and up. Surely that was not our destination, but we couldn't be sure. We snapped a few pictures and backed away from the precipice.

Ruth Crossing a Snowfield

Sound travels a long way in the thinning atmosphere, and when Ruth caught sight of Jim and Bob starting their ascent of Lady Peak, she called to them to ask which way to go.  Bob pointed to the rocky trail on the other side of the col, so we traversed the two snowfields separating us from the track that wound its way upward.

We were surrounded on every side with breath-taking beauty and stopped occasionally to fill our lungs with the incredibly sweet alpine air.  There were moments when we felt we were on the set of the classic Heidi movie.  As we moved upwards, the trail narrowed and became rockier. Eventually we came to some scree slopes where at every step we knew one misstep would be the start of a tumble that would not have a pretty ending--and perhaps a deadly one.

Trail Up Out of the Col -- The Way to Cheam's Summit

We were not the only ones on the trail, but in the whole day we counted perhaps eleven other happy wanderers--some we caught only a glimpse of on a far-off slope. In an area with a population of four million, it was hard to believe that fewer than a dozen were roaming the same hillsides. We stopped a couple of times to nibble on trail mix and take a draught of the water we carried with us, needing both the instant energy that comes from nuts and dried fruit and the hydration that comes from Adam's ale.

Nutrition and Hydration Break

Gradually, though, we worked our way, step by step, towards the peak that beckoned us with its siren call. Our backpacks grew heavier as our legs led us onward, but nearly four hours after we arrived at the parking lot, we were tramping the last few metres towards that summit we had seen so often as we drove down the highway.

Last Steps Towards the Summit

The elevation of Mt. Cheam is 6,929 feet above sea level, and we were at the apex of this mighty mountain. Although that last scramble was in a way terrifying (like, what would happen if a gust of wind came along), neither of us could bear to turn back without taking the iconic picture of us on the top. Fortunately, Jim and Bob had given up their attempt to find a way up Lady Peak and had opted for Cheam instead. They had arrived at the top shortly before us, and Jim offered to take a picture of the two of us taking the last steps of our ascent and then one memorable picture at the top. Neither of us had an appetite for lunch on that stomach-dropping pinnacle, so we made our way down and ate our lunch at a safer spot, but still one with an incredible view.

Sitting at the Top -- 6,929 Feet Above Sea Level

View from Our Lunch Spot

At last, it was time to begin our descent. After most of the day slogging upward, we wondered how our knees would handle going down. We were pleasantly surprised, though, and we made good headway towards the bottom. It was a hot day, and when we reached one of the larger snowfields, we tossed our backpacks aside and threw ourselves onto the ground for a quick roll in the snow.

Linda (top) and Ruth (bottom) Make a Snow Angel or Two

An Exhilarating Splash Before Hitting the Road

Six and a half hours after lacing up our hiking boots, we arrived back at the parking lot--my Subaru sitting alone in the deepening shadows. A quick trip to a waterfall to splash icy water on parched faces, and we were on our way, resting in the thrill of meeting a goal we had set a year earlier.

Ramble #5

Ramble #5 is now set. If you are planning to come, please let me know. Here are the details:

• Hike will be on Thursday, August 16
• We'll be hiking Mt. Cheam near Chilliwack
• We're meeting at the school at 7:30, as it is quite a long drive
• Hiking shoes or boots would probably be a good idea, as the hike is quite rugged in parts and has an elevation gain of close to 700 m.

Here is a description of the hike:http://www.vancouvertrails.com/trails/mount-cheam/

Norvan Falls -- August 10, 2012

Entrance to Lynn Headwaters Park

It didn't look like much of a challenge, but to avoid the Abbotsford Air Show traffic, Ruth and I decided to hike the Norvan Falls trail in Lynn Headwaters Park.  The elevation gain was minimal -- one source quoted 275 m. -- but the distance was longer than some of our earlier hikes.  We figured that by keeping the upward slogging to a minimum, we would get a good idea of how our legs would respond to a 14 km. ramble.

Ruth on One of the First Bridges

We began our venture ambling alongside Lynn Creek, then at the 2 km. point we came to the junction of a short trail that climbed steadily to join up with Headwaters Trail. This section of the trail meandered through sweet-scented groves of red cedar, western hemlock, Douglas fir, and Sitka spruce--a second-growth forest, but impressive nonetheless. Throughout the woods, a new generation of trees has sprouted atop the gargantuan stumps of ancient giants--an object lesson in regeneration. One cannot help but wonder what it would have been like to hike through this grove before the corduroy roads were set down and lumberjacks sawed mercilessly through the giant trunks.

Inside the Cavity of a Massive Tree Stump

While joggers, mothers pushing baby strollers, and dogs were in abundance on the creekside portion of our hike, here we found peace and silence, only the odd person venturing beyond the 4 km. mark. The trail was remarkably well kept, and although it was quite rocky in places, we found the travelling relatively easy. Soon we could hear the rushing water of Norvan Creek, and knew were close to our destination--and our lunch.

Norvan Falls

We scrambled down the creek bank and across the large boulders that in high water would have been submerged under a roaring creek, and perched in the middle of the creek bed. It was the perfect spot for an ideal view of the falls. It was also a reminder that a hike doesn't have to push us to the edge of our physical abilities to be worthwhile. We sat for 30 minutes, nibbling our lunches and simply enjoying the beauty of the spot.

On the return journey, at the 3 km. point, the trail opened up into what is known as the Third Debris Chute, giving Ruth a chance to scan the horizon and try to identify the various peaks -- Crown, Goat, Fromme and Grouse mountains. Here we needed to make a decision whether to continue along the high road (Headwaters Trail) or take the fork for the low road. We opted to take the low road, Cedars Mill Trail, which runs parallel to the creek.

Ruth Identifying the Various Mountain Peaks

We were glad we made the decision, as assorted remnants from the logging days were scattered along the way--rusty wheels, an old logging cart with trees growing out from between the wheels, a bucket hanging from a tree branch, and other relics from when the Cedars Mill operated on this mountainside. It was somewhat sobering to think that here we were, looking at the tools and equipment used by men nearly a hundred years ago. It would never have occurred to them that generations through time would stand in wonder at stuff they had left behind.

Pool at the Bottom of Norvan Falls

Bubbling Water of Norvan Creek

Ramble #5

I just realized that I didn't post information about Ramble #4 on this blog. Those who asked to be on my e-mail list got the information, but to others who may have been relying on the blog for updates, I'm sorry.

Ruth and I were the only ones who managed Ramble #4 and we went to Norvan Falls in North Vancouver. We want to do at least one more ramble this coming week, so watch for updates and e-mail me if you're interested.

John Dean Park -- A Ramble into the Past

Water Lilies

This wasn't a ramble for the Regent Ramblers, but since I put the blog together, I figured I could include it if I wanted.  If anyone is looking for a hike near Sidney, I can recommend John Dean Park. There are several trails one can follow, and anyone who loves old-growth forests will enjoy this one, as the park has some of the largest Douglas fir trees remaining on the south coast of Vancouver Island.

Jeanette at Dam that Makes the Emerald Pool

My aunt and I wanted to have a girls day out, but we were only interested in a shopping day if her granddaughter, Hanna, was available. We had a day like that two summers ago, and Hanna had entertained us for hours as we watched her look for bargains to fit her budget. The chances of Hanna joining us were slim, so I suggested a hike and Jeanette was certainly game. She peeked at the Ramblers site and said she wished she could have been here with us. Jeanette, along with my Uncle Don

Snack and Rest at Pickles' Bluff

and their two children, hiked the West Coast Trail close to forty years ago -- long before it was upgraded and became popular. I still remember visiting them shortly after their trip and being enthralled at their slides. Jeanette is older than I am (Uncle Don is 70, and I think she's a couple of years younger), but she can still put in a solid day of hiking--guess that's what comes from a lifetime of being active.

Trees Grow a Lot in 60 Years!

I got up early and headed to Tsawwassen to be sure the 8:00 a.m. ferry didn't leave without me. Jeanette met me at the other end. She had dutifully pulled a trail map off the provincial parks web site, and Uncle Don had given her clear directions of how to get to John Dean Park from the ferry docks, so we were off without hesitation. There was an added intrigue for us in choosing this park, as Jeanette remembered camping there as a child. Little was the same as it had been back then--trees grow a lot in sixty years, and other things decay and disappear. As we walked, we felt like we were stepping back into history and that the ghosts of bygone days were whispering to us along the way.

View from Lookout

The park is situated on top of Mt. Newton. You would have seen this mountain if you have ever travelled to Victoria, as it is the highest point on the Saanich Peninsula. The First Nations people call the mountain Lau Wel New (which means Place of Refuge), and according to the legends of their culture, this mountain enabled their Saanich ancestors to survive the Great Flood. It was here, on the top of Lau Wel New, that the ancient people were able to anchor their canoe with a giant cedar rope until the flood waters subsided. Lau Wel New was the first land available after the Flood. I will add this new piece of information to my collection of Flood legends and share it with my next crop of grade sevens.

Indian Pipe -- aka "Corpse Plant"

Yellow Slime Mould -- aka "Dog's Vomit"

There was much to see as we traipsed merrily along, and we chatted about everything and anything. Jeanette compared the conversation of women to a spider's web--moving out from a topic when something else catches their interest, but always going back to the centre of the web. And there was much to catch our interest. The first time I had seen Indian Pipe was last year when the Ramblers did the Jug Island hike. I was disappointed this year when I didn't see any along that trail, but that disappointment was quickly forgotten when we found the ghostly-white plant in abundance. This wasn't the only oddity along the path. In a place of green and brown, a patch of brilliant yellow cannot help but be noticed. Often confused with Witch's Butter, which is a jelly-like fungi, this organism is simply called Yellow Slime Mould (or sometimes Dog's Vomit). This organism baffles scientist, as it produces spores like a fungus, but is capable of locomotion like an animal--when faced with food shortage, the slime moulds congregate and move as a single body.

Emerald Pool

John Dean was an early pioneer in the area, and he settled on Mt. Newton, building a cabin he called Illahie. He donated his property in 1921, and it became the first donated provincial park in British Columbia. Others followed suit, donating adjoining property, and the park grew to 455 acres. The trail names are all connected to a piece of the past. As we hiked, we watched for anything that Jeanette might recognize from her early years, but for the first hour we saw nothing. Then we came upon a spot labelled "Gazebo Site." Jeanette remembered the gazebo immediately, and memories started to flood back. Next we found the site of John Dean's cabin, then the old campground site, then a rickety bridge crossing a dried-up stream. It was a haunting feeling to know that the silent surroundings were once filled with the laughter of families camping there.

Eerie Silence of the Lily Pond

Looking at the trail map, we headed to the "Emerald Pool," expecting to find a jewel in the woods. It was a tiny, black pool, but somehow it fitted the enigma of the day. When we came to the "Lily Pond," I couldn't help but feel I had slipped into another dimension somehow. It seemed as if an ethereal mist was rising from the milky water, and the silence was deafening. We sat there for quite some time, simply soaking in the mystery.

Four hours after we laced on our hiking shoes, we came to the trail that would take us out of our trip to the past and into the reality of the day. Sandals back on, a quick trip into Sydney for a bite to eat, and it was back to the ferry docks for the voyage home. I must say, that a ramble like we had beats sitting around or fighting crowds of shoppers!

Jug Island Beach 2012

There were six Ramblers today--Ingrid, Linda, Ruth, Cheryl, Leah, and a very pregnant Angie. It was exactly a year ago today that we first did the Jug Island Beach hike, but today was much brighter and we weren't shooed away by a film crew. It was also a reminder of why Lana decided to replace the Gr.6 Sasamat Lake hike with this one. The trail goes through some incredibly rich rainforest, and while not overly challenging, it is not a walk in the park, either.

Today we failed to see the Indian Pipe we had discovered last year, but the huckleberries were abundant. Angie had quite the feed along the way, and we teased her that the baby she was carrying would probably love huckleberries and hiking. From the "wailing wall," to the pristine beach at the end, the beauty that surrounded us nourished the soul. We all agreed that it was a hike worth doing, even if one had trod the path before. 

Although the beach was not deserted when we arrived, we were still able to enjoy the time we spent sitting on logs snacking on our lunches. You would think we would have been disappointed that we weren't alone, but we actually got a kick out of watching kids skipping stones on the water. We were also entertained by a Labrador retriever who was swimming tirelessly after a stick being thrown over and over by a young couple who had settled in on the one end of the beach.

None of us ventured into the water today, but it wasn't because it didn't look inviting. Had there been another landing spot besides the one that the kayakers had taken over, and had there been a chance to sneak off into the woods to slip into a bathing suit, you just might have seen at least one Rambler splash across to Jug Island. That will have to wait until next year, I guess.

We completed our adventure with a relaxing time in Cheryl's backyard, sipping ice cold water and nibbling on strawberries, grapes, and muffin tops.

We chatted for an hour as only women can--a cross-generational group enjoying our time together. All in all, it was a wonderful day for the Regent Ramblers.