Monashees

We drove up to the Monashees on Sunday morning. The plan was to drive as far as possible on the logging roads and then to ski into Monashee Lake and spend the night.

It should be noted that this was Brenda's idea. She's beginning to make a habit of picking wacky spring destinations and this one continued the fine tradition! We needed the logging roads to be clear enough of snow that would could drive to within a reasonable distance of the trailhead. But then we also needed there to be enough snow remaining for us to ski as soon as we left the car behind. Somewhat conflicting requirements.

The road remained completely snow free except for one section of deep and really dense snow. Of course by now we've taken off the snow tires so at first the little CRV huffed and puffed but just could not get through. Eventually we used our avalanche shovels to clear two tracks and also put the tire chains on (once we remembered that we had them in the car with us) and that did the trick.

With the patch of snow behind us we were home free!


Or not...


I think we can fit through...


Um...perhaps we'd better take a measurement here.




Rats. Not going to happen. This is where we needed to get to...


And of course at this point it started to rain. And it was cold. And the prospect of walking several kilometers (at least) with skis on our backs just so that we could maybe, possibly, perhaps find enough snow to ski...

Well, let's just say that forward momentum was lost at this point.

We did see a bear though. And there was bear scat everywhere.

And I dunno if this was some bear's first dump after hibernation or what but either way I say that this was one big bear.


(And no the bear didn't pass Brenda's GPS through it's system, it's just there for comparison purposes.)