July 30, 2000
It’s been awhile. It was a hot day in July and the mountain, Fairview that is, was the stage for a day the likes of which will be repeated by me, time and time again, if I may, till I can’t move anymore.
As always, with respect to hikes in the Lake Louise region, one must first wade through hordes of salivating tourists. That’s OK though, and also OK is the fact that this is a no-brainer. All you have to do is find the boat rental shack on the south side of Lake Louise, and from there it’s a signed trail all the way to the summit of “Fairview Mountain”, 1000m vertical from the trailhead.
On the way up you can also bag “Saddle Mountain”, I wished I had. But one must consider how other people in the party are doing, and I resist the temptation to ditch anyone for personal gain, even if it is temporary and on a very busy trail. Not everyone thinks this way, so it’s nice to distinguish oneself.
If you like to meet people from all over the world this is one of the places in Canada’s Mountains that is magnetic. The day I went up I met a couple of fellows from Holland. We walked off the mountain together and talked of all sorts of things that one would never usually think of discussing with a local. It’s sad but true.
Once back at the Lake, the hordes are again waiting for you. Upside is you can get tap water at the Chateau Lake Louise. Just don’t sweat on the beautiful carpet if you can avoid it. You wouldn’t want to upset the billion dollar a year tourists potentials.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.
1882-1941, British Novelist, Essayist
There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.
The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.
1900-1978, American Writer