If you live in British Columbia, you probably have heard of Cypress Mountain, right? After all, several events of the 2010 Olympic Winter Games were hosted there. Well ironically, that Cypress Mountain exists in name only. Continue reading That Mountain Really Named Cypress
The wheels of Chris’s Jeep Cherokee bucked back and forth with a most ungainly rhythm as we drove up Squamish Valley’s BR 200 logging spur. Our destination, Tricouni Peak, awaited us at the head of High Falls Creek, high on the Squamish-Cheakamus Divide. Continue reading A Trio of Lakes and Tricouni Peak
It was an early evening in October of 2009 when the phone rang. On the other end of the line was Chris, and we soon found ourselves in the midst of a friendly debate over where we were planning on hiking the next day. I had my mind set on Coquihalla Mountain via the west ridge, having seen it the year before while climbing Jim Kelly Peak. Barring that, I was up for a return to Cypress Peak, or maybe Cloudburst Mountain. Out of the blue, Chris uttered “Have you ever heard of Hemionus Mountain?” “No, I have no idea where that is.” “Well, I’m off to eat dinner right now, so while I do that you can look it up.”
By the time we reached the bench below Ben Lomond, it was half past decision time for me. I badly wanted to stand on that summit and look down on the Seymour Valley below! Problem was, I could not bring my knee any higher than my waist, and was having major trouble kicking steps. Ben Lomond Continue reading A Bad Case of the Bens, Part Two
Ben Lomond, to me, will never be just another mountain. Even from a distance, this sharp granite horn pierces the sky in a way that can only create a momentous first impression. The peak is located on the divide between the Seymour and Stawamus Rivers at the head of Clipper Creek, and this story, while it dates back some fourteen years, might as well have been yesterday in my mind.
Sometimes I ruminate on the passage of time. It’s peculiar, in that that some things seem to take an eternity, and others seem to flash by like leaves in November wind.
At any rate, as time relates to this tale, it has now been nearly a year and a half since I moved from North Vancouver to Nanaimo. As much as I’m enjoying the island life so far, occasionally I still find myself reminiscing about places I’ve visited in the North Shore Mountains. Brunswick Mountain, for reasons I’ll explain, comes to mind quite often! Continue reading A Monday on Brunswick
It survived for nearly a thousand years. Think about that. Ten centuries. The Elaho Giant, one of the largest and oldest Douglas firs ever to live in British Columbia, lived at least nine and a half of those centuries in complete solitude Continue reading Remember the Elaho
Welcome to the rest of the story! In Part One, I spent some time outlining the problems that have befallen Joffre Lakes Provincial Park. Things such as overcrowding, mismanagement, and poor behaviour from the hiking community have combined to propel the park into crisis mode Continue reading The Trouble With Joffre, Part Two