Note in the description: “wait until mid-July for the snow to melt” Not only that, but the drive to the trailhead is on a dirt road that takes FOREVER, and it’s really bumpy.
This is at the bottom, at the start of the hike, where there’s a reservoir. Good thing my dad had those work gloves in his truck:
I was so hungry on the way up, I stopped to eat a little bit of my PB&J. My mom kneeled down and opened her mouth for me to feed her a few bites, too:
And this was the whole point of marching through the snow and getting frost-bitten toes: Lake Louise, still pretty frozen:
The names Lois, Loise, Louise, Louie, and all those weird variations always confuse me. I’m still not exactly sure how to pronounce the lake’s name.
This was where we stopped near the top of Blackmore for lunch. You hike up to the saddle and then all along that ridge there. We met some people at the top who for some reason just hadn’t packed lunches, and since my mom always packs a crazy amount of food, I offered them the chips and the granola bar I had left over, and my mom gave them her trail mix. We found out later my dad has his trail mix left over, too, but he was being selfish and didn’t give it to them. Sheesh.