Wednesday, June 1, 2016


Mountain High

Mountains have always had a special allure for me, as strange as that might sound coming from the girl from Aus. I grew up in an area synonymous with long stretches of golden beaches, aqua waves and sunshine for days or at least that’s what the tourisms ads say. But the first time I stood in the shadows of a Canadian mountain, I was blown away. There is something primordial and powerful about the mountains here that is not easily conveyed on paper. Like so many travellers and explorers before me, I have felt the pull of the mountains and wilderness beckoning me to explore and I can think of no better way of doing so than to walk as many miles as I can through the rugged landscape on my own two feet.

Rambling, hiking, walking, trekking, whatever you call it, nothing beats the feeling of setting out on a unknown trail, the wind at your back, under a blue sky (a sky which seem infinitely bigger here than in the city), staring at a peak in the distance and knowing that for the next however long, it will be just you and mother nature. Henry Thoreau once wrote “I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements”. And so I find myself having been freed of my worldly engagements (goodbye mundane 9­5 office job) and surrounded by one of the most mountainous and wild areas of BC, ready to find out exactly what this untamed corner of the world has to offer and in turn, discover more about myself in the process.

Sitting in the midst of the South Chilcotin Mountain Park, I frequently catch myself staring off into the distance, wondering what it will be like at the summit of the nearest (or the furthest) peak or imagining what treasures I might find in the next valley. Some people say it’s the journey not the destination that matters, but I believe that when it comes to hiking, both the trail and the view from the top are equally as rewarding. I have already conquered the short but sweet (or more accurately, the Short but Steep) hike to Lovers Bluff and have etched my way along the now rushing Gun Creek as we hiked along its banks below the ranch. My ramblings so far have shown me merely a fraction of the beauty of the region and I am more excited than ever to strap on my boots, throw on my backpack and head out into the wild to experience the true spirit of the mountains.

For now I will continue to pour over photographs and study maps and plan my next adventure into the mountains, but I’ll leave you with this thought and hopefully some inspiration from Rebecca Solnit “Walking . .. is how the body measures itself against the earth.”


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We are a licensed guide outfitter and we conduct guided wilderness adventures throughout our 5,000 square km operating area. This guide area has been operational since 1880, making it the oldest in British Columbia. More about us HERE.

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