|The out-and-back route - click for a bigger view.|
|Starting with some uphill ...|
|... and more ...|
We only decided to make the trip in a month prior. Some friends from the running group (Pamela, Grace and Jim), joined us on a Tuesday morning at the trailhead at 11 am. The fire road is undulating uphill with a solitary picnic bench just past the 5 km marker. The trail twists and turns through the valley south of Mount Victoria (the one you see at the end of Lake Louise, looking from the Chateau), giving us some awesome views despite the high clouds. We puffed our way up with Jim and Grace (who had elected to ski in for the day, have a snack, then turn around and ski out before dark) in the lead most of the way. Upon reaching the lake, there was a ranger's cabin and a day lodge that mercifully had a fire in the stove inside and gave us a spot to warm up and dry out our sweaty mid-layers. After we rested a bit and had our lunches, we walked the 100 metres to the lake and decided the 3 kilometre loop would have to wait for another day, as Jim and Grace needed to get back to their vehicle before dark.
|Pamela, Kate, Jim, Grace and Sean. Lunch stop and turn-around for Jim and Grace.|
Lake O'Hara offers a few levels of accommodation, from tent sites to a dorm-style alpine hut to a $1,000-or-more fully catered lodge (in the summer only). We chose the hut.
|Cheap, but not-so-shabby accommodation|
|Common kitchen in the main hut|
|Dining/Gathering area, with dorm sleeping bunks to the right. Holds eighteen.|
|Wiwaxy cabin, our much-cosier place. Maximum of eight visitors.|
|Sole source of heat. A good incentive to have enough firewood chopped to last all night.|
The first night we shared with a very rowdy group, but found ourselves deserted the next morning as the group left en masse. Suddenly, it was quiet. By chance, we had managed to be the only three (Kate, Sean and Pamela) that stayed through to the next night. Although many trails beckoned us to explore, we were awfully toasty and warm inside the cabin. As we watched big, fluffy flakes floating down through the panelled glass, we decided to stay put and enjoy the solitude. Logs were thrown into the pot belly stove and books were pulled from shelves. The lodge had not one, but two resident guitars, which were put to work by both Sean and Pamela. Tea was produced and hut slippers were donned. Who needs to be a millionaire to have your own private backcountry log cabin?
|Looking very pleased with herself, isn't she?|
|Pamela working on a song|
Much later that day, other groups began to show up and were appreciative as we had been for the fire that had already warmed the cabin. Most were from Alberta and BC and had tales to share over the dinner table of other wilderness huts visited and trails travelled. As the meals finished up and some brought out plastic bladders of red wine, the stories became more boisterous. When it was discovered that one of the others in the group liked to play bluegrass on the guitar, the cabin's trusty instrument was brought down off its hook and a sing-a-long ensued. However, good and respectful hut dwellers that we are, the party shut down at 10 pm, in order to let those who were rising early to get some peace and quiet.
The next day, we did some exploring of the area ourselves. We got to the loop of Lake O'Hara and tromped around the closed-up deluxe cabins. We were all happily surprised by how quickly we whooshed down the fire road back to the parking lot. 900 metres of climbing on the way up meant for a glorious return, one third faster!
|Breaking tracks across the lake itself.|
|Loop of the lake completed. What scenery!|
|By the Ranger's cabin|
|Time to go. Goodbye, little log cabin!|
|Following Pamela out to the trail head|
|Click on this photo for a panoramic view of Lake O'Hara|
|Hooray! The Parking Lot!|