“It’s always further
than it looks. It’s always taller than it looks. And it’s always harder than it
looks.”
(The three rules of mountaineering)
(The three rules of mountaineering)
Many great
men had crossed the North Kananaskis Pass ahead of us - James Sinclair in the
1880’s and a few years later, Captain John Palliser. In 1916, the Boundary Commission
explored the pass.[1]
The "Boundary Pine" once marked the southern boundary of the old Buffalo Head Ranch |
Adventurer,
explorer, best-selling author and fellow countryman; Raymond M. Patterson passed
this way in 1945. He had
bought the Buffalo Head Ranch from his friend, George Poceterra in 1933. The Highwood,
Sheep, Elbow, Kananaskis and Elk valleys were wild places in those days -
beloved places that he knew intimately. Things had changed though, and would
continue to change. In 1933, the Upper Kananaskis Lake was dammed. In 1936, the
massive “Phillips” fire burned down the old growth forest in the Highwood and
almost destroyed his ranch. Now a highway was being constructed… “A road wiping out the old wagon trail, came
wriggling up the valley like a dusty, ill-omened snake.” [2]
Patterson
sold the Buffalo Head and with his wife, Marigold took a team of pack horses
across the snowy Highwood Pass, then toward the North Kananaskis. There was
deep drifted snow in the Maude Lake bowl and drifts across the pass itself, but
they pushed ahead through a gathering storm not knowing what lay ahead. When he
reached the pass and looked past the drifts his heart soared – the Palliser below
was snow-free! “True there was a shocking
great drift in our immediate path, but that could be dealt with somehow when
the moment came. And in the meantime –Hail Kootenay! Hallelujah!”[3]
The two of them crossed the pass into British Columbia and never returned…
La Ray Creek - The Royal Group in the background |
It was a
steep downhill once we crossed the North
Kananaskis Pass into British Columbia. We were about to lose any of the
altitude we gained over the last two days and then some. I remebered that
Patterson had encountered a grizzly after crossing the divide and we both began
to call out, “Heeeeey! Oooohh!”. Our
voices echoed off of the summits and across the valley. I couldn’t keep my eyes
off of the stunning Royal Group of mountains that lay across the Palliser River
Valley as we made our long descent. . Now we were following Le Roy Creek into
the edge of the Kootenay Region – a vast area in the south east corner of B.C.
I noticed a trail across the scree slope to our left. Don said it went across
Beatty col, past Beatty Lake and on to Three Isle Lake. It could be used as
part of a very nice loop trip.
The Palliser
River Valley had been one of the question marks on our journey. On the
topographic map, the notes say “The trail
from North Kananaskis Pass to Palliser River and north to Palliser Pass is
overgrown, but passable. Not for the inexperienced.”[4]
Near the bottom we forded Le Ray Creek and followed an intermittent trail to a
crossing of the Palliser River, which was actually more like a tributary stream
than the creek was. We were able to cross it by rock-hopping. It was strange to
be in that deep valley bottom, with its spruce, fir and poplar trees after
crossing a treeless alpine pass just an hour or so before. Now we would be
heading once more uphill to the Palliser Pass. We turned north and set off
through the thick B.C. bush along the valley bottom.
I would dare
say that neither Don nor I are “forest people”. We like trees well enough, but I
think we would much rather be hiking the meadows and rocky open slopes of the high
mountains. At some point this would be our undoing… I think
both of us were a bit tired that day. Don had endured a cold, sleepless night. The
trail was there alright, but we had to constantly be looking down to follow it,
which was tedious. Part of the problem was that we were unable to see our feet
or any rocks or other obstacles on the pathway. At one point I stepped on a wet
tree root and my legs slipped out from under me, depositing me ingloriously in
the wet bush. It took a bit out of me and it was a while before I got up. By
then I was hopelessly behind Don. I caught up
to him at a creek crossing and he wasn’t happy. He had tried to rock-hop across
and had slipped and landed on his backpack in the water. I think he had
recovered quickly from that, but he had soaked his camera, which was dangling
from his neck. I learned from his mistake and waded across. We proceeded ahead
once more, the trail getting steeper and steeper. I dropped behind,
stopping many times to cool down and catch my breath. For the first time, I was
feeling utterly exhausted, but there was nothing for it. I just had to push on.
I found Don at a clearing next to a pond. The spot looked like an old outfitter’s camp.
We were just below Palliser Lake. I was relieved to see that Don had decided to
make camp there. I was totally spent to a point that I was feeling ill. I felt
guilty, but I had to just sit there resting while Don began to unpack and prepare
supper. Neither one of us was in a good mood.
“Walking the hills of Lousana isn’t enough to
prepare you for this”, Don quipped.
Yet here I
was, I thought to myself. Instead I retorted “Crossing the Rocky Mountains was never going to be easy!”
Silence.
After a
while we both began to recover our faculties. We rested and (probably more importantly) re-hydrated and our moods improved. Don set up camp while I attempted to use
a rock in an old rusted tin can to string up a makeshift bear pole.
“It’s a nice
camping spot” Don said. I looked around and I had to agree. I could see the
notch that was the Palliser Pass ahead. There was a female harlequin duck feeding
on small creatures where the river flowed into the pond. It had been a long
day, full of adventure. We had crossed three
passes so far – there were only seven more to go!
[1]
Kananaskis Country Trail Guide, Gilean Daffern, Rocky Mountain Books, 1985
[2] The
Buffalo Head, R.M. Patterson William Sloane Associates, New York, 1961
[3] The
Buffalo Head, R.M. Patterson William Sloane Associates, New York, 1961
[4]
Kananaskis Lakes Map and Trail Guide, Gem Trek Publishing Ltd.
What beautiful country. How could you be grouchy in this area? Okay. I know all the exhaustion etc. Just to make you feel better, I was always the last in the group.
ReplyDeleteBush work has never been my thing. It's just a means to an ends.
ReplyDeleteYou describe those high-county emotions so well: exhilaration and awe, tempered with exhaustion and fear.
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