Basically every time something really cool happens, it happens spontaneously.
Typically, I’m a planner – I like to know when I’m doing something and how I’m going to do it so I can have something really epic to look forward to.
I always knew that I wanted to hike to Russet Lake. A doozie in it’s distance (26-28km return), the hut at Russet is also a popular ski touring location in Winter. Knowing that I’m not quiet ready for that large of an adventure, I wanted to experience it in the best way I knew how: with my two legs and a backpack on.
My friend, Kira was planning on hiking up with some friends from her work, and since my weekend plans had fallen through, I decided to invite myself along.
I think she was okay with it… 🙂
There are several different ways to get to Russet, which adds to the experience. You can upload the Whistler Gondola and hike across the musical bumps (and there’s a few different ways to get to the Musical Bumps) or you can start from the very bottom of Whistler Mountain and hike along Singing Pass, for a steady but fairly mellow incline.
While Singing Pass is the longer route – don’t be fooled, it’s not necessarily easier. The Musical Bumps take you up and over several mini summits before descending into Russet Lake.
It’s not just the ups that are challenging, but the downs too.
Kira and her friends were off work that day, so they left earlier than me, and I decided to solo mission it out across the 12.5km of Musical Bumps.
It was awesome, and challenging, and sweaty. And awesome again!
When hiking on Whistler mountain, you run into a fair few people, and they seem shocked to hear about my hiking alone out to Russet. Is it really that uncommon for a female to go off adventuring solo? I find it empowering to break down the ideals and thoughts about what women can and can’t do. (Or should and shouldn’t)
We are strong. We are smart. We are capable. End of story.
(and end of rant!) 🙂
Descending into Russet is a magical experience. Your legs are tired, your brain is sore (yes, your brain… when I’m by myself, I do ALL of the thinking…) and when you finally see a glimpse of that peaceful little cabin in the distance there’s a warm feeling that comes over your soul.
*Sigh* …you made it.
So much of who I am has been discovered in places like these. In the mountains, somewhere off where no one can reach me. It really is the place where I feel most comfortable, calm and in awe of life’s mystery. My friend Keri, who makes @coastal_chains, gave me this beautiful necklace as a symbol for my “mountain girl” spirit. You should check her stuff out – it’s all made by her in her cute apartment, every piece with such character and detail.
We had just purchased a brand new (teeny tiny) backpacking tent from Amazon, and I wanted to give it a go even though Rob wasn’t with me on this one. So while the others slept inside the (mice-infested) cabin, I slept outside by myself for my tent’s inaugural mission!
The sun went down and the reflection shone brightly on Fissile Peak, enhancing it’s already red-rock features. Photos couldn’t even do it justice one bit.
And as the stars came out, we sat on a rock and laughed and talked as the sky got dark. I hadn’t known any of these lovely people (except for Kira) before this trip, and it’s always such a great feeling when you walk away from an experience with a few more pals.
We tried to wake up in time for sunrise, but instead we got a beautiful morning glow. Same same but different though?
Amazing people, spontaneous adventure & a place that’s postcard worthiness can’t even be captured. I was so stoked to finally meet Russet Lake and watch the sun bounce of Fissile in the flesh.