As you may or may not have noticed, the frequency of posts in my hiking series has declined of late. This has been in part due to my not getting out to the mountains as much the past few weeks, and partly because in retrospect I felt the last couple posts were not all that fun to read. I’ve been called a number of things in my day, but I really, really don’t want dry to be added to the list. Hopefully this little hiatus has got the creative juices going.
But on to the important bit, a review of my visit to Lost Lake last Thursday. It’s not an especially well travelled or discussed trail, particularly in comparison to the other hikes in the area, even the mighty Barry only seems to mention it in passing. But, despite a rather embarrassing wrong turn further exacerbated by my own pig-headedness, I can honestly say it was and is a lovely hike.
Initially the hike follows the Galatea trail, which is always a nice little jaunt. After crossing several bridges and travelling 4ish km, the trail diverges onto the Lost Lake trail proper. The trail isn’t terribly well defined in all cases, and you’ll need to be prepared for a hell of a lot of deadfall to go over, around, and in a few cases, possibly under. However, this means that in all likelihood you won’t have to share the path with anyone else, which always makes a day out in the mountains even better.
Upon reaching Lost Lake however we found a truly massive grizzly bear frolicking in the water. It was easily the largest bear I’ve ever seen in my entire life, if I had to guess I’d say he must have weighed in at 1500 lbs. Upon noticing the bathing behemoth, I snapped a single, inevitably inadequate photo and hastily retreated back the way we had come. Despite my short visit, I can say with some confidence that the view of Rummel Pass behind Lost Lake was quite something.
It’s really quite incredible the amount of energy you can dredge up upon seeing a bear, assuming you have the good sense to have your sighting become an encounter. Approaching the lake, I was definitely ready to enjoy a nice sit down on the shore with a bag of GORP. But the moment I saw that fella I felt I could have run a marathon, snacks and sore feet be damned.
I fully intend to take another stab at Lost Lake, hopefully before this season ends.
Happy trails folks!