After a fast icy ski down from the car park to the Lake it was time to put on skins.
The route up to the hut took us up that knife edge moraine and onto the shoulder. On the shoulder we were battered by the wind and frequently had to knee down to avoid being blown back to the lake or worse. The visiblity had totally socked in by the time we reached the glacier.
Lunch in the trees before we were hammered by the wind and blowing snow
One of our objectives Mount Baker but not this weekend.
Another party on the glacier below the hut.
Sucker hole?
Horizontal snowflakes at the hut. Honestly this looks quite pleasant but believe me the wind shrieked around the hut most of our stay there. The hut was full with 16 others. The weather had not improved by Monday so we decided to retreat to the cars. After crossing the lake in a complete white out, we found lots of fresh POWDER on the Icefields Parkway. Oh well better safe than sorry as my old mother always said!
Lunch in the trees before we were hammered by the wind and blowing snow
One of our objectives Mount Baker but not this weekend.
Another party on the glacier below the hut.
Sucker hole?
Horizontal snowflakes at the hut. Honestly this looks quite pleasant but believe me the wind shrieked around the hut most of our stay there. The hut was full with 16 others. The weather had not improved by Monday so we decided to retreat to the cars. After crossing the lake in a complete white out, we found lots of fresh POWDER on the Icefields Parkway. Oh well better safe than sorry as my old mother always said!
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