We left a warm Whistler on Wednesday afternoon. The morning had been spent finishing those empty in-between tasks and preparing to move, and the previous evening had been spent at a farewell dinner - an old Whistler home, wooden beams, native art, a gondola to greet you at the gate. We were driving north on the beginning of our journey to Haida Gwaii. Our first trip, a semi-ambitious evening camping in the snow below the glacier laden peaks of Joffre Lakes Provincial Park.
There was more snow than we’d anticipated at the beginning of the trails, although we knew the third lake where we intended to spend the night, would be snowed in. We arrived at our pitch early evening, by which time it was cold, my boots were wet and my toes were numb. We strung a hammock up and I let my bare feet bathe in the sun. We made a simple dinner of pasta, tuna, onion and sweetcorn. I’d never camped in snow before, but we managed to make a fire and it lifted our spirits. As the evening drifted away, the tips of the glacier turned pink before the whole mountain plummeted into darkness. We let our fire fade and disappeared into our tent. The night was uncomfortably cold, but we wriggled ourselves into one sleeping bag and wrapped the spare one around us, it helped. We’d left camp by 7am, we trotted back to the car and drove on to Revelstoke.