Man Old Man. That was a seriously tough hike. We had our back packs loaded with food, water, extra layers and a whole lot of enthusiasm. 
This is him. You can really see his nose quite well. If you can't quite see him, I'm sorry and I wish I could help you. 
In Dianne on the way to the trail head. We're actually looking forward to it at this point.
This is him. You can really see his nose quite well. If you can't quite see him, I'm sorry and I wish I could help you. In Dianne on the way to the trail head. We're actually looking forward to it at this point.
At what we thought was the trailhead. We walked up it to discouver it was a dead end. Didn't dampen our spirits though. Had it been the middle or the end of the hike we would have been swearing and totally pissed off that we'd wasted effort going down the wrong trail.
Before heading out we stopped at the Information Centre to get a trail map. Well, there isn't one. But Know-It-All Paul helped us out. He kept us there for like 10 minutes telling us that we have to go down the same way we went up and that there wasn't much of a trail. Well, There was a trail all the way up. This is the "creek" we were told we would follow for most of the trip. I imagine it's a little less dry in the spring time. 
Brenda taking a picture of the "creek" I think she annouced that she "fucking hates hiking" soon after this picture was taken.
We were still really excited at this point and wanted to document a lot of the trip. We had to be creative if we wanted both of us in the picture. Self timer, tree branch, perfect. 
There we go! We're not really impressed at this point. But we were told (Know-It-All Paul) that the first hour of the hike is the hardest. And while it's true that it is pretty difficult, the last stretch to the treeline is definatly a lot harsher. 
This kind of shows how steep it was. It was steeper in some points though. 
View from the log we were sitting on. It was pretty amazing. Whenever I got tired, which was pretty often, I'd turn around and check out the view. I think it's what kept me going. 
Just us. Both our heads are probably pounding at this point. That passed after a while though.
Orange moss. We also so some lime green moss on a tree. We decided that all the moss was the Old Mans body hair. Gross.
The creek! There's a waterfall in there but you can't really see it. This was the only time we saw any sort of water in the creek. 
Some rough-ish terrrain. We encountered much worse closer to the top.
Beautiful wildflowers in the new growth area. There was a fire that took out a good patch in 1985. This was the most enjoyable part of the hike. We sat by that log in the right hand side of the picture and had a bit of a lunch. 
Try number 2. Brenda couldn't get it to stay in place and hit the self timer too early. 
I was making a face to state how unimpressed I was. According to Brenda I look drunk. 
So cute. They remind me of home :)
Orange mushrooms in the new growth area. 
I think this was taken right after Brenda stated that she "is sooo over this" and that she "really really doesn't like me very much anymore" I just kept going.
Harsh. Brenda was a head of me for much of this part and at one point I find her sitting and saying that she's done. Seriously finished. I pushed her and told her we had come this far, we have to finish! 
Out of the trees! Good Job Brenda!
Out of the treeline! Great success! We're feeling pretty great about ourselves at this point.
My celebratory carrot. I was fucking tired and hungry.
Pyramid! We're doing that one next week. 
Lounging at the top. 
After we sat and ate for a bit we decided we'd climb up a bit further. This is a good example of how steep it was. 
Brenda kissing the Old Man.
I climbed up a little bit further. I was so impressed with myself. Such a great feeling. 
Food.
Lounge.
Part way down it was time for another lounge sesh. We were both so comfortable here. Getting up was hard. The moss we were laying on was nice and cushy and great. 
Car ride home. Time to crash. I think there was something on the lens.
Up and down in 8 hours. Old Man is not something I would reccommend to many people. My body is sore, bruised, scratched and tired today. The end reward was well worth it.
Horseshoe on Sunday afternoon! We had plans to go to the Columbia Icefields but we moved too slowly and wouldn't have made it in time. We're going today at 3 once Chloe is off work. yes!
It wasn't a warm day. And the water at Horseshoe is never warm. We jumped like maniacs regardless. Well, Alix, Brenda and I did. 
Chloe is the only one with dry hair. She hadn't jumped yet at this point. It's cold for us Canadians, which means it's like hella cold for the Aussies. (jess and chloe) I know I just used the word hella, but it suited the sentence. 
This is what my legs looked like close up. At the after party someone told me they liked my tights. I looked at them and told them they were tattoos. They asked me how long it took. Ha!
California Raisin made his way out on Sunday too! He was being his usual perv self and got Brenda to give him a hand job, 
I don't even think we've made it into the bar at this point. I'm pretty sure we're standing outside of it though. Brenda and I have no recollection of the cab ride to the bar, or going inside. That's how outrageous we were. 
Still outside the bar. Woot. 
Dancing Queens.
This is the last picture that I have of the night. I look and feel like shit at this point. Not from drinking too much but from the combination of not plugging my nose for my last jump at horseshoe and from the smokey house I was sitting in. My sinuses felt like they were 10 times their regular size. It was terrible. 