On Sunday I hiked up Alouette Mountain in Golden Ears Provincial Park.

I made the mistake of thinking that since it was sunny and clear in Vancouver, it would be the same 50km away from Vancouver and on a mountain no less. Ha. Luckily I was with some generous people who knew what was going on and had rain jackets to spare.

Actually, it didn’t rain too much. It was never pouring. But at times the path was narrow and low hemlock branches were waiting with lots of water to slap you with. It kind of felt like walking through a car wash.

The bright side (heh heh) of being soaked was that the bugs for which the trail is notorious were not too much of a bother. They only started swarming a few times when we stopped to admire murky ponds and tall tall trees spooky in the fog:

I heard there was an amazing view at the top. We were far from being rewarded with that but the atmosphere had its own sort of beauty:

It felt movie set surreal and cut off from the rest of the world.