A Saturday in April is the time to be sporting hiking boots and searching for, on the verge of green, meadows and snow-free slopes to pass hours playing in our playground. Instead, we went in search of where we could experience a snowshoe delight. I put the idea out there and there was no hesitation whatsoever to head into Boulder Pass and on to Ptarmigan Lake. This area was busy today, the busiest I have ever experienced either in spring, summer, autumn or winter.
I had to bring my snowshoes back up from the basement and retrieve my winter poles. My snow pants had been hung at the far end of the closet so I brought those back out too. It rained and snowed on the drive out and then cleared up as we arrived and began to gear up. We made quick time up the road, crossed the three down hill ski runs making sure to stay out of the way of boarders and skiers.
ski run looked clear so it was time to cross quickly
aiming for the winter trail between Ptarmigan and Redoubt
a view behind us of Mount Temple with some of the Ten Peaks to the left
We made our way by the boulder field.
I kept looking back at the view.
wind whipped snowscapes
WOW! What a place to be today!
view as we snowshoed through the meadow on the return trip
This was now the view in front of us....
Getting across the ski runs was uneventful and we then veered to the left to take the ski out down. It was not totally uneventful but we got it over with and arrived back at the car. The Boulder Pass and Ptarmigan Lake area was a great destination for today and we made the most of every second.
You can notice in the track we made, we went in along the road but came out along the ski out. There is a story to why we came down the ski out. Neither of us knew we were not permitted to hike up the road until a truck stopped behind us, she waved to us to walk back to her and as we started to she backed up even more and waved at us to continue even further back to her. We reached her. From this point onward until she was finished with us, I felt so disappointed and bothered with the approach a Lake Louise Ski Hill Ski Patrol Employee would take to inform us we were not permitted to be on the road. We explained what we were familiar with, what we had done in the past, and that we were sincerely not aware we were not allowed on the road. We acknowledged we now know we were in the wrong and we told her we would never walk up the road again. This did not bring her to ease up on what appeared she needed to make us aware off in a way which was borderline confrontational. Her words were confusing, possibly you are permitted to walk up the road on weekdays but not on weekends. It looked clear to me that the others I could see in her truck were uncomfortable. I was truly disappointed that she chose that kind of approach to make as a representative of such a beautiful place. I was not going to share this here but after sleeping on it, I decided I would to make others aware.