Sitting here, virtual pen in hand, I have mixed feelings about writing about what may be one of the best back country parties in the Pacific Northwest. The reasons are obvious: while I am motivated to share my experiences in the back country with everyone in the hopes that they will learn to love the mountains, and be loved by the mountains, there is always a fear that the inspiration will have ill effects. There are many ways this could happen, primarily of course I worry about those who shortcut switchbacks, hike off-trail in well-traveled ecologically sensitive alpine terrain, leave their garbage around, those that elicit the behavior that scars the landscape for both humans and native species alike. The biggest concern for the party at hand however, is numbers, pure and simple.
My first experience with this party was in the winter of 2009-2010. I had been told of a great way to ring in the new year, far from the bright lights, noise, people, and pollution of the city. A place filled with kindred spirits, with adventurers, with seekers of solitude. The excursion that year was a short one, having worked New Year’s Eve day,driving the long haul to the Diamond Head parking lot, arriving after dark and breaking trail through 12 inches of new snow in snowshoes with way too much gear in my pack. I had arrived at the Elfin Lakes shelter around 11:30pm and was so exhausted I picked a small patch of floor and passed out, stirring only briefly at the strike of midnight.
I was determined to have a better experience in 2010-2011, and managed to get a few extra days off work to do it properly. My entire approach had changed, and rightfully so. In place of my winter sleeping bag, tent, candle lantern and other trinkets usually considered a winter necessity was a hefty quantity of wine and food, some travel board-games, a +5 degree sleeping bag and some other nick-knacks to keep me entertained. The Elfin Lakes shelter is a surprisingly well stocked haven, nestled 13.5km from the parking lot between sparse trees and deep snow, the hut comes complete with bunk space for 32, 4 large pic-nick tables, 2-2 burner propane stoves for melting water complete with massive water-only pots, a propane heating unit to heat the cabin, and a small batch of solar panels mounted on the roof of the cabin provide lighting throughout the bottom floor of this classic alpine a-frame.
On the approach between Red Heather and Elfin lakes.
Now I wouldn’t advise that everyone travel so light, nor would I advise that you travel expecting to sleep in the hut, as the truth of the matter is you’ll be lucky if you do. Elfin Lakes fills up FAST for this party, and the hut is consistently overflowing, over new years you can expect every bunk and every inch of floorspace to be occupied, including the benches and table-tops of the picnic tables downstairs. You need to be both early and lucky to sleep in the hut, earlier and luckier still to get a bunk. If this is a trip you set your will to, be prepared to sleep outside, bring a tent, or the knowledge and gear to build and adequate snow-cave, and a sleeping bag capable of keeping you comfortable during the chilly, -20 nights.
I set out early on December 30th 2010, my pack heavy with wine and food. Carrying a heavy pack sometimes bothers me, but never when it’s filled with the aforementioned, partly because I know the pack will be light on the way home, and partly because it’s worth the burden to have those things handy when you’re spending 4 days at a luxurious back country haven. The hike is straight forward, switch-backing up a wide and well-traveled path to the Red Heather day shelter at about 6 kilometers, then climbing for a short while until you reach the height of Paul’s Ridge and traversing this ridge until you reach the shelter. The winter route beyond Red Heather is very well-marked with orange reflective poles that can guide you safely even at night. I moved as quickly as possible, almost with a sense of desperation knowing that every person ahead of me is a chance I’ll be sleeping on the floor, or in a snow cave. I passed many people on the way as I trudged full-steam, dripping with sweat, determined to cash in on the fortune of comfort left behind by those retreating to the city to ring in the new year. I felt more than a tad guilty as I stepped off trail and broke a new path around a group of 4 slow movers just as the hut came into view, knowing I was likely taking a bed from one of them, but not guilty enough to stop, you don’t give up 100 meters from the finish line and you don’t get a bed moving so slowly 100 meters from the hut, remember this as you hike out to Elfin this winter folks, or I may well steal your bed in the last 100 meters as well.
I kicked the snow off my boots and cruised into the hut, heading straight upstairs to survey the situation. Just as I had thought, the people downstairs were evacuating with haste, trying to escape before the horde of party goers descended on the hut, leaving in their wake comfortable sleeping space for five. I threw my gear down on a top bunk and quickly set to work making it home, my suspicions confirmed, I had taken a space from one of those weary travelers in the last quarter kilometer. I took a top bunk to allow the foursome I had passed a courtesy, the bottom bunks can fit 2 people nice and cozy, so this would allow enough space for the group I passed to all get off the floor. I could hear them griping as they arrived a solid 5 minutes behind me, but wasn’t concerned.
Elfin lakes shelter, nestled deeply amongst firs and snowbanks.
Elfin Lakes is a paradise for the back country enthusiast, with every manner of terrain available for the skier, hiker, and mountaineer. Just west of the hut is Columnar Peak and the Gargoyles, offering good steep terrain up high flowing into an abundance of enjoyable angles rounded out nicely with amazing glade runs down low. Further north you will find Atwell peak, a steep and iconic mountain, with Mount Garibaldi not far beyond. To the north along Ring Creek you will find Opal Cone, the remnants of an old stratovolcano worn away by time and weather. Beyond Opal Cone, Ring Creek gives entry to the Garibaldi Neve, an expanse of snow, ice, and rocky peaks. The Garibaldi Neve is a popular ski touring trip that can be done in a weekend from Vancouver, it runs from the Diamond Head parking lot north past Elfin lakes to Garibaldi lake, returning to the highway via the Black Tusk parking lot.
A view of the Iconic Atwel peak in Garibaldi Provincial Park.
We get the most out of the short winter days, rising early and chasing whatever the heart desires. For some its fresh tracks on a bluebird POW day, for others it’s a hike to a local peak or an exploratory mission north along ring creek. The terrain is endless, the view spectacular, endless snow-capped peaks dominate the skyline as far as the eye can see in every direction. To the south-west one can see as far as the Tantalus range, and deep into the coast mountains to the east. A far cry, and a vast improvement from the lights and noise of the concrete jungle in which the oblivious ring in their new year.
Arriving at the saddle between Columnar and the Gargoyles
As day gives way to-night, and the landscape begins to dawn its blackened cape, something truly majestic is borne. Host to not only the best New Years party, Elfin Lakes is home to the best sunset around. Brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows dance in the sky as the sun drops out of view beyond the mountains to the west. Hikers, skiers, and travelers all admire the sight from the second story balcony of the Elfin shelter. A group of young climbers and skiers lug their sleeping bags out into the snow and lay speechless as the aging day paints the night sky. In my mind, it really doesn’t get any better than this.
The day grows old, and the end of a great 2010. December 31.
The abundance of darkened winter evening is passed quickly by enjoying the crazy carpet luge track just outside the shelter. Carved by the giddy frolicking of timeless youth this spectacular luge can often run over a hundred meters down slopes of varying degrees. Every lap down the track extends it a little further, and firms the boot-pack back to the top. When one grows too weary of racing face first downhill in the snow on a sheet of plastic, or too cold, you need only to walk a minute or two into an alpine hut buzzing with conversation and laughter as a hundred or more back country travellers share stories and drinks and count down the new year.
A false start at the Elfin Luge track.
A few friends make a point every year of bringing one item each to share amongst the group. And so, on new years eve 2010, they hosted the first (to my knowledge) Pumpkin Pie twist-off. Yeah, a game of Twister, in the middle of nowhere, any man or woman welcome to compete, and the winner of each round awarded a big slice of pumpkin pie. You have to admire the steam it takes to pack the massive 2-kg pie so far into the back country, and more-so the spirit to give it away so freely to people you don’t even know. This is the party at Elfin Lakes, it’s not just about getting messy for the sake of it, there’s a bond, a comradery that exists, though unspoken we are all friends for a few short days.
Another round of Pie-Twist-Off about to start.
A great time is had by all, no one is left out, everyone is friends. The party rages on past midnight, the bulk of the people returning to their tents, snow caves, bunks and small patches of floor around 1am. The unmuzzled conversation and occasional burst of laughter can be heard downstairs as late as 4am. As the sun rises on the new year the place empties, a mad bustle of activity downstairs as the vast majority of the occupants make a mad dash for civilization. My group of friends and I stay behind an extra night or two, enjoying the calm after the storm.
In their mass-exodus these travelers leave an overwhelming tale, the hut is littered with garbage, empty food wrappers, old party hats, wine bottles. Every manor of crap is strewn about the place. At around 9am, with most people already on their way, the Park Rangers arrive garbage bags in hand all too ready for this nonsense. Their mood is one of much disappointment, anger, frustration and sadness, a feeling I share myself. It baffles me how people can behave in this manner, and taint such a beautiful place so carelessly. My friends and I help the rangers clean up, filling 2 great big green garbage bags full of people’s discarded crap. I offer to lash them to my pack and throw them in a dumpster when I return home the next day. It leaves a sour taste to a otherwhise spectacular holiday.
I’d like to take this chance to urge everyone, big and small, in all walks of life, PLEASE, treat our outdoors, especially our provincial parks with respect. If you can manage to pack your crap uphill to the hut, you can manage to pack it out when its empty, weighing nothing, taking no pack-space, on the downhill descent. The carelessness and utter disdain shown for such a treasure in our own backyard is heartfelt and angering for me. No hut needs a “wine-bottle candle holder”, or any other manner of junk you’re too lazy or ignorant to pack out. There is no excuse. It is our duty as explorers in the back country to leave no trace, and, upon finding one, remove it as best your ability.
Something worth protecting, keeping clean, and appreciating as often as possible.
Something worth protecting, keeping clean, and appreciating as often as possible. 2