Larches are to Alberta what maples and oaks are to Eastern Canada. They are one of the few things that change our green forests to a beautiful colour in the fall. I wish they would last longer; they go from pale green to yellow to gold to gone in a matter of 10 days. Sparrowhawk has a magnificent grove of larches.
We started by picking up our friend Monty at the Canmore Nordic Centre, where the aspens and poplars are magnificent.
|Mt. Rundle in the background|
|Posing for me|
|Looking up at Mt. Sparrowhawk|
|The first of the larches|
|Larch after larch after larch|
|And even more|
|Groves, looking back towards Read's Tower|
|Contemplating life from a rock|
|On the ground|
|In the larch|
|Our lunch view. But there's something there|
|Hey, that's a...|
|Digging with company|
|The ravens won't go away|
We left the bear to be (after each taking about 100 photos), and continued into the basin, making a heck of a racket. We passed awesome streams...
|A low down creek|
|Amazing green next to a creek up high|
|Tarn 1 of 5|
|The route up Red Ridge|
|Tables and chairs out of stone|
|Looking back into the basin|
|Cute. And eating|
And I hiked 17 km, climbing 780 m. Which is why I am now dead tired. Not bad for a guy recovering from a broken leg.