Another June hike to the alpine and another day amongst the wildflowers. On Sunday the kids and I took the doggies up to the bowl behind the North Sister. We did not go to the top but just to the saddle between the North and Middle sister. The bowl, not the summit, was our destination. It was a beautiful day with sunshine and puffy clouds. The clouds created dramatic shadows.
On the way up I remembered that I first cleared the trail over 25 years ago. I looked carefully and found some of my machete cuts on the old dead and dry spruce limbs. Back then there was no trail and the tundra also extended a lot further down. Now all the spruce trees are very tall. A lot has changed in 25 years.
Back then there were no formal trails up many of the road system mountains. Instead of trails the mountains had 'routes' that you had to know to follow. Basically the routes were the way up the mountains with the least amount of bushwhacking. You had to know where to start and which ridges to follow. In the last 25 years these routes have turned into trails. Now there are foot treads and bridges, and it is very easy to find the 'route'.
Patrick
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