Here we go, past the ‘tourist’ loop (Helen McKenzie Lake) and on to the next level. Not hardcore, but not ‘a walk in the park’ (sorry, bad pun) either. No groomed trails here, but a trail nonetheless. By the way, yet another meadow!
There is so much water up here it borders on ridiculous. The waters are so clean and clear.
Entering alpine country. This pic was intended to show the intense green for the water, but didn’t quite work out.
Croteau Lake with snow peaks in the background. The whiskey jacks were here and cheeky as ever. From here it’s DOWN to Murray Meadows and then UP to Kwai lake.
Murray Meadow, north end. This place is stunning.
North end. Pictures just don’t do justice.
A section of ‘trail’. This show the level of ‘maintenance’. The trail varies so much in quality and makeup, but never disappears. There’s no chance of getting lost unless you really want to.
Kwai lake. One of the few areas where camping is allowed. There were many tents here this day. Our destination is a little under 2 km from here. I don’t relish the thought of camping up this high; too cold.
Kwai facing south. Again, clean and clear water.
Beautiful. No, that’s its name. Lake Beautiful. No sandy beaches here. Rock, and more rock.
The final leg to the viewpoint. We’re right on top of the mountain.
The view! Looking south. This cliff is shear. I’m not going near the edge.
Unlike my fearless hiking buddy.
Looking across to where Moat lake is, just behind the smaller ridge. Many waterfalls to be seen, and sound of them carried across the valley.
And now the long hike back. We were both hurting a bit at this point. Only 9.5 km to go! By the time we got back to the truck, we were walking a little funny, but we made it.
I’ve never seen such a fresh-looking fungus before. This was a great trip. The next one is to Circlet lake. When my legs stop hurting, that is. If you’re wondering about the title of this post, it’s this. There’s a cost to embracing life (in this case, a ‘little’ discomfort), and this is but a shadow of what is to come.