Goats !
Wilcox pass is defiantly a magical hike. First the scenery is incredible secondly the wildlife was amazing.
After leaving Rampart creek we headed to Wilcox creek camp ground. We have been really impressed with the cleanliness and the quality of the campgrounds in the Parks. Each night has cost us just under $15 which has been great!
Pricilla Betsy Aurona was great today. Even after the abuse of going up the hell hill twice. We forgot boots back at the camp site. Thank god it is an amazing road. Nan made a great call to stop in and register for a campsite before hiking because I think that they must be all full tonight. There are almost 50 camp sites at Wilcox it is a little cheek to jowl, but it really doesn’t matter we are really just eating and sleeping here.
The hike to Wilcox pass starts at the entrance to the camp ground so we parked at site 44 and walked back to the start of the hike. There is clean potable water here so I filled my camel bag and Nan filled a Nalgene for herself.
The hike was an amazing 7 hours. It starts through tall spruce trees then after a kilometer and 1/2 the it opens up into alpine tundra with views of the Columbia Ice field. At the top of the pass we were surrounded by alpine meadow in all directions within a bowl ringed by mountains.
The alpine tundra continued up until the Scree of Mount Wilcox. just before the scree we were graced with the presence of 5 mountain goats. Big old dad, two ladies, a juvenile, and one from this year. We were able to walk up within 100 feet of them. We carefully sat on a large bolder, and watched them graze for 20 minutes. It was a pretty magical time.
We decided for a summit attempt after the goats. Up the scree and to the hard rock, a little scrambling. We rested at one of the false summits and decided that it got a little to technical past that point so this would be a far as we would go. We had a great 340 degrees from where we were so another panorama was snapped.
From our resting point we headed down the hill. Scrambled scree down most of it. Nan hates the feeling of slipping (scree can be a little bit like ball bearings). She was a trooper and didn’t complain. in fact I didn’t know that she was petrified of the experience until we were at the bottom. She did great and we both made it done in one piece.
We were blessed again on the hike out by stumbling across a rock ptarmigan and her 3 chicks crossing the path. We walked slowly and were able to get close enough to touch her. We didn’t molest only took a couple of pictures.
Lastly I did decide that I need to have a quick shave so thanks to my little Trangea to heat the water and Pricilla’s mirror I was able to clean off my 3 days of stubble.
All in all it was a great day. Life is good and this time with Nan has been awesome.