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Elk Pass

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Elk Pass

Well, our first couple of weeks in Canmore have been interesting. Any schedule that previously existed was promptly thrown out the window. Especially at night. Luci took a few days to adjust to her new surroundings, and Dota is still adjusting to her new sister. It might take years. Everything around here happens at warp speed—until it doesn’t. Luci reminds me of the Honeybadger, a former LSU and Arizona Cardinal cornerback. She will knock off anything that gets in her way. She actually bounces. All kidding aside, Lucia is a welcome addition.

Sunday morning - before the hike.

Sunday morning - before the hike.

With that said, Dave and I left the pups and ventured out for our first hike last week. Elk Pass to Frozen Lake is an 8.4 mile out and back trail located by Lower Kananaskis Lake. The trail, an old fire road, eventually leads to Elk Lakes Cabin (maintained by the Alpine Club of Canada) and a backcountry campground. 

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It was about an hours drive from our place to the trailhead. The weather was cloudy and a chilly 45°. Our trek started off blissfully snow-free and dry. However, as we gained elevation, the dry trail turned to ice and snow—slowing our pace considerably.

What happened to the trail?

What happened to the trail?

Fox Creek. No sign of moose.

Fox Creek. No sign of moose.

We crossed multiple bridges, following some giant moose tracks in hopes of a sighting.

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The Kananaskis range is daunting and massive. There were some impressive views to be had along the way. 

Icy meadow. No sign of moose.

Icy meadow. No sign of moose.

As the day progressed, the snow turned into slush. By the time we reached the meadow, it was a real mud-fest. We were about 3.5 miles in when we decided to have a bite to eat and head back. 

Wildflowers blooming out of the bog.

Wildflowers blooming out of the bog.

Tired and cold, we were still content. For the first hike of the season, it was a splendid way to get our feet (soaking) wet.


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Sunday Drive

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Sunday Drive

Dota is skeptical…

Dota is skeptical…

This winter has been unseasonably chilly. For a while there, we were at least 20° below normal. Whine. Seriously, in comparison to the rest of the country, we’re doing just fine. So on one of those clear, cold Sundays in mid-February, Dave, Dota and I bundled up and took a drive past Carefree to the Seven Springs recreation area in Tonto National Forest. This site and nearby campground was constructed by the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1934. The higher elevation (3,500ft.), shade and flowing water make it a popular respite during summer months. The area is also known for some of the most abundant winter birding in Maricopa County. Unfortunately, it is also known for flash floods and wash outs during the rainy season.

Passing through the Bartlett wash area, before the pavement ends.

Passing through the Bartlett wash area, before the pavement ends.

Around the bend.

Around the bend.

Getting there was almost as fun as the hike itself. Forest Road 24 turned to gravel about 9 miles in and became quite narrow, featuring plenty of blind curves and steep cliffs. The perfect location for a car commercial. We were in nowhere land—one could get lost around here and never be found. Along the way, sportsmen could be seen taking aim at some makeshift targets. The Wild West.

Off the road to nowhere.

Off the road to nowhere.

We piled out of the Jeep into a fairly empty parking area. There were numerous trails to take from this location, but our plan was to take a leisurely hike down by the creek (CaveCreek #4). 

A beautiful creekside path

A beautiful creekside path

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Lush and green. Cave creek is home to sycamores, cottonwoods and willows. Prickly pear and Juniper covered the hillside. We also saw little cactus“condos” growing out of the rock trailside.

Cactus condos.

Cactus condos.

Cave Creek.

Cave Creek.

We followed the well-maintained trail until it kind of ended. A lengthy discussion of how to cross the creek ensued. We entertained thoughts of moving logs, repositioning rocks, as well as adding to existing rock piles—with no intention of even trying it out. Semantics. Getting wet that day was not part of the plan.

The amazing view from the PRIVATE road.

The amazing view from the PRIVATE road.

Raccoon tracks.

Raccoon tracks.

With that in mind, we turned and took a detour to the road above. There, we spotted numerous  javelina and raccoon tracks. It wasn’t until we got to a locked gate that we realized we were on private property. Whoops.

By the time we headed home, it was pretty darn cold outside. Dave said it felt like it was going to snow. Little did we know…


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