Earlier this year I was on a trip with two of the Old Spice Girls, the account of which I called "A Brief Report on the Ill-Fated Stony Creek Expedition"; it started out as follows:
"On Monday, July 5, 2004, three Old Goats (Mardy, Christine, Rick) . . . set off with boundless enthusiasm to try a new traverse in the Front Ranges, having conveniently forgotten that if things are going to go wrong on a trip, they will go really, really wrong on the first major outing of the season." After which, I recounted how we got stuck in the bush, Mardy broke a bone in her hand, I bear-sprayed myself, and we all got soaked in one downpour after another.
But I dislike being scuppered in the mountains and generally what ensues is a 'blood feud' or a 'grudge match'; and so all summer long I dreamed of sweet revenge. From October 5 through 7, 2004, I refurbished my sullied honour.
One of the obstacles that had stopped my group's ineluctable advance in July was high water - the streams were deep and white and raging, and there was no getting across or even into them without risking death by drowning. But I figured that by October these streams would be either dry or mere trickles (and I was sort of right here); I also figured it would be better to fight the bush downstream rather than up (not quite as right in this case); and that the leaves would be off the willows and thus the bushwhacking would be easier (marginally true).
I was at the Lake Minnewanka parking area and striding off into the dark, cool forest up the Stewart... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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