On every vacation there is usually one place that stands head and shoulders above the rest. Our Canadian trip was filled with these places and we weren’t able to single out one. However there were a couple of side trips we took that we would definitely take again – Emerald Lake and Maligne Canyon.
Emerald Lake is one of those rare finds we treasure every time we look at the pictures. From November to June the lake is normally frozen so you don’t get to see the vivid colors. Here in July the oohs and aahs aren’t for fireworks, they’re for this precious jewel in the Canadian Rockies. It’s a wonderful time to visit. Water laden with limestone rock flour is streaming off glaciers flowing into the lake. When the sun comes out Emerald Lake shows off her resplendent vivid turquoise colors. Yes, full sunlight is the final element that completes the picture.
This is one of the reasons Wooly has a love/hate relationship with the sun. Most of the time he prefers partially overcast days that block the most intense sunlight and makes the skies interesting. However, when you see a glacier fed lake in full sunlight you appreciate that those colors only really pop when exposed in full sunlight. In those places the sun is your friend.
Since we had a schedule to keep we couldn’t stay as long as we would have liked. A hike around the lake is a must should we return as well as renting a kayak to explore the place from the inside out. We’re glad the sun revealed Emerald Lake’s glory that day so we could fully appreciate the beauty of the place. Enjoy the photos that make us want to return.
One of the jewels of British Columbia.
Emerald Lake reveals its vivid colors in full sunlight.
Having a Park Ranger friend has its advantages. With over 700 miles of trails, choosing a hike in Glacier National Park is made easier when Peggy shares her favorite. Of all the trails we hiked this summer, this was our favorite.
Approached from the eastern side of Glacier National Park; Iceberg Lake’s five mile trail starts with a section park rangers affectionately and appropriately call the stair-master. After huffing and puffing up the stair-master the trail levels and the rest of the hike is filled with stunning panoramic views that accompany each step.
Bears are abundant and hikers are encouraged to be noisy. Many people wear bells but isn’t that like ringing the dinner bell for those mostly hairless squishy things that are pink and tender in the middle? In seriousness we were given an informative tip for bear encounters on the trail. Essentially bears are lazy and use the trails because of the easy walking. If you encounter a bear you should do two things; make a lot of noise and get off the trail. Climbing uphill is recommended because you are getting off of the bear’s path and counting on his laziness to continue on the trail leaving you alone. If they follow you up it’s time to break out the bear spray.
Glacial fins, ancient sea-beds lifted up into mountains, and finally carved by glaciers ages ago tower above you. Flowers are blooming and color fills the meadows and valleys. Cresting over a ridge a small lake comes into view below the flower filled slope. Yet the trail passes by up another hill and then you see it. Ice filled turquoise waters surrounded by massive rock walls and the trail leading to the shore’s edge.
Ironically passing clouds photographers normally desire are shading the lake turning the
brilliant colored waters to dark blue. As we eat lunch we watch patterns of sunlight breaking through the clouds and passing over the lake spot-lighting the brilliant colors only rock flour laden waters can produce. A large whale shaped block of ice reflects brilliant blue as the sun’s rays pass over. The frigid water’s siren song calls until
you are compelled to dip a toe into the water. A teenager creates a memory he’ll never
forget as he jumps into the water. In a flash he’s out, wrapped in a towel and shivering.
Birds serenade us as we take in the beauty. Every direction reveals nature’s majesty and we are thankful for the 1910 decision to preserve the land for future generations.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” Mark Twain