Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Hutting on the Duffey With a Turd Generation

I love sunny September days in the mountaains. The forecast looked....perfect so I traded out of a shift at work and got ready to head to the mountains with the family. I have a fascination with the Eastern side of the Coast Mountains, especially on the other side of the Duffey Lake road, the mountains are a bit more arid, with a red hue that really pops in the crisp fall air. Its a long way from Squamish so day trips aren't always worth it but we had a few days, so off we went. We are in a bit of a calm period right now for hiking with the kids. Remy is just happy to be along for the ride, while Arlo is happy in is backpack and enjoys discussing philosophy and seeing how many adjectives that he can use to describe large boulders. He likes to walk on his own a little bit but you only cover about 100m in an hour so independent hiking is discouraged. After about 10km up the logging road we headed up a faint trail that was better marked than we anticipated. An easy river crossing was followed by some difficult boulder gardens. Note; carrying kids and full packs over Smart Car sized rocks is not ideal. The trail was relatively flat and followed a creek for the first hour and half before climbing quickly to the alpine and our cozy accommodation. Our Grizzly Bear encounter the week before had made us a bit wary, and since this area was known to have a lot more than around Squamish, so we made lots of noise and brought some bear spray. I was 95% sure that I knew where we were going but the two minutes before the hut came into view were a little bit anxious as I don't think think that anyone was interested in a trip back to the car that day. It took us about 2.5 hours to get to the hut with a stop for lunch. We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, napping and hiking to some of the many alpine tarns in the area, it was truly a perfect afternoon. Arlo and Remy were both gems, it was great to see Arlo entertaining himself without any toys around. Sarah, Remy and I went for a hike to look over the col into the Stein Valley, a huge provincial park that escaped logging. As expected, Ganny Annie came through with a great pasta dinner, pasta and gluten free two bite brownies(????). Nobody slept much, the next morning we went out for one more little hike above the hut before heading back down to the car. It took Thanks so much to Anne and David for making the trip, we definitely wouldn't have made it without you!
That is one tight rump

I would be lying if I said this was a happy time. 
Lunch time with Granny Annie and Dampa
Sarah surveying her new digs and thinking about decorating ideas
While appreciative of our efforts, Remy would have been happy anywhere that he was permitted to chew on his hat's chinstrap
This is us staring at Sarah skinny dipping - close your mouth Remy.
How he knew that this place was suitable for yoga, I'm not sure. 
White table clothes and all, home sweet home. 
The first born and I doing some exploring above the hut
Some subtle greens

I love the light in these two shots, the lake was sparkling, the light was shining off of thousands of little bugs.

Practicing the 'top of the mountain' pose
My pretty wife
Before dinner stroll up to the col above the hut, some smoke from an evening fire in the hut 

Sarah looking into Stein Valley Provincial Park
Cleanliness is next to godliness. 
To celebrate the new day, Arlo decided to go for a stroll with no pants on. 
I prefer pants at two degrees, but Arlo is old enough to make his own decisions
Pick Axes are the new teething toys. 

Life is becoming a quest to find Arlo more and more picturesque lakes to throw rocks into. 

Homeward bound, Sarah said we could do this again in two years.