Canadian Rockies 2025: Yukness Ledges

Thursday, July 24th, began with a long breakfast as we engaged with table-mates on topics ranging from novice hikers to senior care. Then Joan and I geared up to tackle the Yukness Ledges, crossing from the Oesa side to the Opabin side. Uncertain of the weather, we brought our waterproof backpacks. (In the end, we didn't need them.)

Ascending the Oesa trail, we soon encountered a marmot youngster. (Click on any image to enlarge.)

The ascent passes by the plaque honoring Lawrence Grassi.

We continued climbing towards the Lake Victoria cutoff.

Moments later, another marmot appeared, feeding upon the greenery.

Then, a bloom of Glentiana glauca, commonly know as  pale gentian or glaucous gentian.

At one point Joan chatted with a young park staff member, waxing so enthusiastic about the Yukness Ledges that he turned around to try them for himself. Then we crossed the Victoria outlet on stepping stones and followed the cutoff, clambering through boulder fields to this intersection. We're almost to the Yukness Ledges route. 

It's still an uphill stretch to the ledges. 

With maximum zoom, my camera caught these hikers on Wiwaxy Gap, far away.

The main attraction of the ledges is the views,

but sometimes there are intriguing plants or rock formations as you weave along, following trail blazes through tumbled pieces of mountain. A closeup ...

The scene constantly shifts.

The path began to bend towards Opabin.

The Opabin prospect was easy to spot.

On reaching the Opabin plateau, we spotted a pika.

Not having yet traveled the Opabin highline on this visit, we set it as our next goal. Our direction was generally south.

Passing by the Moor lakes, we saw a stunning reflection.

On the highline trail, there are locations overlooking the streams and, on the far side, more trails, including the West Opabin descent to O'Hara.

Descending on the west trail, we stopped and talked to several Spanish youth and their group leader. They had walked up from the O'Hara parking area -- 11 km or 7 miles -- to reach the trailhead! Having reached this point, it was now time to start their return leg. One of their first comments was how wonderful it was that we seniors/elders were out doing so much hiking. Mmm, thank you. Perhaps the image of the Spanish grandmother dressed in black lingers back in the Iberian Peninsula!

 

The O'Hara cabins usually come with flowers; this one caught my eye.

Our traveling pigs, Pudgy and Poppy, were glad to see us but disappointed that they had not been brought along. (The waterproof daypacks don't have pockets for them to ride in.)

 

Friday, July 25th, was our final day at O'Hara. We needed to be packed up and out of our cabin by 10:00, and would take the afternoon bus down to the parking area. It was a wet day. Joan and I hiked through showers back to Lake McArthur; upon reaching the trail's crest and seeing the lake, we decided that was good enough. We hiked back down to O'Hara and ate our packed lunches indoors; the afternoon tea at the lodge held lots of visitors. Later, after boarding the lodge bus and being reunited with our rental car, we drove to Cathedral Mountain Lodge for the next two nights.

Hiking Canada 2023: Eiffel Lake

 On July 22nd, 2023, Joan and I spent our first day at Moraine Lake hiking to Eiffel Lake. We had done this the year before, but wanted to go further towards the lake this time. Plus, the conditions were much better than the snow-clogged 2018 attempt.

The hike began on a shared path with the route to Larch Valley. Once past the split, the early part of the Eiffel trail is wooded and thins as you proceed out and up. (Click on any image to enlarge.)

Here, other hikers are ahead of us.

A ground squirrel was keeping watch.

I took no pictures as we proceeded up the valley, but took this photo at our lunch stop/turnaround point. (To descend to Eiffel Lake requires a circuitous route down to the far side.) Our quest for a better view was satisfied.

An inquisitive pika investigated us continually as we sat there.

The beginning of the return was through mostly open terrain. We spotted a lazy marmot sunning off the trail.

As we passed, it turned to present only its rear end to us.

Joan and I continued hiking and re-entered the wooded section. The slope on either side of the path remained steep. Then, steady but unhurried, a mama grizzly and her yearling cub appeared on the path ahead. Coming towards us. Joan and I stepped off the path on the uphill side, and I pulled out my bear spray just in case. Mama came closer, glanced at us, and stepped off the path to the downhill side. She continued her rhythmic pace, but the youngster was curious. He looked at us. He took one step towards us. Joan wondered what mom would do if we had to spray her cub?

 

But mom had trained him well, and he joined her on the other side of the path. The duo passed behind some boulders across from us. The irrepressible youngster popped up again from behind the rocks, wishing he could check us out closer, but mom simply continued her stroll. Once well behind us, she crossed the path and began climbing up the slope, junior in tow. I holstered my bear spray.

Back at the lodge, we reported our adventure. "Oh," the guy at the desk said, "that's bear #142. She's well known around here." (In fact, she was spotted near Moraine Lake itself the next day.) Moraine Lake has so many visitors, we realized, that any bear who prefers this high valley must be accustomed to humans. It's up to us to not panic and do something stupid.

Hiking Canada 2023: Lake McArthur

Day 9

On July 19th, 2023, Joan and I agreed, "Let's get a good hike in, but also have a bit of a recovery day." To that end, we decided to visit Lake McArthur, taking the Big Larches trail (Route 2) for the first leg, hoping to see some pikas or marmots there.

First, we passed by the shores of Mary Lake.

The Big Larches trail climbs a stone-and-root staircase along the edge of a rubble field, the accumulation of material that's fallen off Mount Schaffer.

On this day, Joan and I didn't spot any pikas or marmots here. We reached Schaffer Lake and, bearing left, continued.

Out of curiosity, we visited the sign-up kiosk for the Odaray Grandview. The pass there is a wildlife corridor, and there are seasonal limits on the number of groups using the Odaray Highline trail. One group had already returned, and we chatted with them. The fourth and final group signed in ~10:30. Joan and I returned to the McArthur Highline trail, and saw a marmot family -- yay! Here's a youngster:

And somebody's keeping an eye on him.

A little over half an hour later, we arrived at Lake McArthur, and found a spot to sit for lunch.

As we ate, we saw a family of ptarmigans foraging. Here's a better panorama of the scene. Today the air was clear.

Another group was down by the lakeshore. That water is cold, by the way. Glacier melt!

Photographers taking pictures of photographers.

In this panorama, we can see a trail at far right.

There's an intersection where a hiker can take the Low Level trail to return, rather than retracting their steps on the Highline, or go a short bit further around the lake.

In a wet year, we've seen that sign with a couple of inches of water at its feet, and in a dry one, more shore exposed.

During our return, we spotted a pika either working diligently on its harvest, or on its lunch.

He paused for a moment.

The return from Lake McArthur first afforded us a view from above, rather than beside, Schaffer Lake.

At this point in the hike, there were too many critters to keep track of. Basking, playing marmots. Foraging pikas. One pika, not six feet away, issued a loud, high-pitched warning call when a bald eagle flew overhead. A mom golden-eye duck and her sole remaining chick sheltered on a rock in the middle of Schaffer.

From here, Joan and I took the trail down to the Elizabeth Parker hut. This route is boring at other times of the year, but today, it was full of flowers, ferns, butterflies, and moths. At the Le Relais camp store, we even bought O'Hara-themed T-shirts. Our hike today was less strenuous than yesterday's trek, but given the views and the wildlife, it was a winner.

Canada (2019) Part Four -- Views and Surprises

Sept. 12th began with cloudy skies. Today's goal was Lake McArthur, and having already done the Big Larches trail and its stone steps, we took the more utilitarian Schaeffer Lake trail via the Parker Hut.

The trail was enhanced by autumnal wildflowers.

A closeup of a paintbrush.

When we reached the meadow next to Schaeffer Lake we could see mountain goats over on Odaray mountain. This was an auspicious start! (Click on the image to enlarge.)

Out of curiosity we stopped at the sign-in kiosk for the Odaray Highline. From this point a trail to the left heads towards McArthur, and to the right a trail crosses the gap to the Highline. That section is restricted due to the pass's being a wildlife corridor, especially for bears. From August 15th to September 15th only two groups per day should cross to the Highline. Amazingly, although Joan and I aren't the swiftest hikers nobody had signed in yet, even though it was after 10:30. This was an opportunity not to miss. We waited to see if anyone else would show up, to form a single group for the crossing. No one did. We advanced as clouds and fog rolled into the pass.

There was a creature ahead, sitting atop a boulder.

That little bump on the right midway up.

We inched closer and I used my zoom to get a better look.

In fact, we spotted four marmots of the year. Not having seen any marmots this visit, and knowing that the odds of seeing one in September were lower, Joan and I were thrilled.

Not to be outdone, a pika showed up.

The Odaray Highline trail emerged from the rock piles and became a pleasant, gently rising stroll. The Lake O'Hara basin was often visible below; the mists had departed but it was overcast and breezy. Dress warmly.

The Highline ends at a bend in the mountain's profile. Long ago, in the 1970s, it continued on to the Odaray Prospect, but after a bear incident (they are fond of hunting goats there) the area became off-limits to hikers.

Here we adjusted our layers for a body-warming clamber up to the Grandview. The trail turned sharply left and began a steep climb, and soon we met three women coming down who hadn't signed into the kiosk. We later discovered that they'd signed in for the wrong day!

The path narrowed and clung to the face of the mountain, and during the final third a few places begged for my hands to grab something to ensure my equilibrium. But it was worth it. 

When we broke out onto the height there was a choice, to proceed left and continue a gentle scree-littered ascent, or straight ahead a short distance for another view. We went straight.

Linda Lake below center, O'Hara valley and access road far right.

After gawking here we continued up the slope to one of the favored spots for a stunning panorama in the other direction. Small cairns and a rock windscreen erected by previous hikers were scattered about.

Left to right: Lakes O'Hara, Schaeffer, and, up high, McArthur. Alpine routes visible in binos.

We drank it in and took photos, including the stratified glacier even higher up.

The wind was brutally cold up here on the flanks of the mountain, forcing us to reluctantly descend before having lunch. Just before reaching the Highline Joan and I happily sat on some rocks and munched.

We retraced the Highline and caught up with a group of five admiring a fearless young marmot; they had gone as far as the closed zone sign and then turned around. 

When Joan and I reached the pass we decided to continue past the sign-in kiosk and join the Lake McArthur route briefly for our return to Schaeffer Lake. The choice was a gift as we were treated to multiple pikas,

and a full-grown marmot.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Today's wildlife was a highlight of this O'Hara visit.

Schaeffer Lake came into view.

Just beyond the shores of the lake the switchback descent to O'Hara would begin.

 Soon we were back at our cabin. After dinner we began the task of organizing all that had exploded out of our duffels over the last five days, for tomorrow afternoon we must say goodbye and take the bus 11 kilometers down to our car.