Well the last that you heard from us was we were off to go camping, and it was a great weekend :)
Well Becky was supposed to be at Alice’s to pick us up at 8:00 but she called to say that she was going to be a little late expect her at 9am. It was close to 10 when she still hadn’t come and we were starting to get a little worried so after calling we agreed to meet her at her mum and dads to save a little bit of time.
We went to the grocery store to pick up some food to take with us. Becky’s dad Doug met us in the car park. Knowing the potential for us to get lost (with Becky as our guide he he – just jokes Bex), and the fact that there may not be much of a trail, he had driven out to the mill to borrow a GPS for us. He had Soleil, the family Golden Retreiver with him and suggested that we take her so entered the fourth member of our party. He also brought some ski poles with us to help with the walking….. while we were in the car park a lady came to ask us where we got our “Nordic Walking Sticks” which are essentially ski poles for urban all year use with little feet for asphalt instead of snow. Picture it people walking down the Swan River with ski poles in their hands…….So after planning to leave at 10am, we hit the road at 11:20am.
We got there a lot quicker than we thought it would take, which was good as we were running later and really didn’t want to arrive in the dark. We had put most of our food and drink in plastic in the car so it was a matter of packing it into our packs and getting ready to go. The bottom of the Yellowhead trail which we were taking to Mt Waverly and the Waverly Cabin, looked pretty packed so we decided to strap our snow shoes onto our packs and hike (with the aide of our Nordic Walking Sticks of course ;). We put on our avalanche transceivers, had a quick lesson in how they work, and how to find someone if they were caught in an avalanche. An avalanche kit consist of a transceiver a shovel and a probe, which are apparently not to probe for air and dig yourself out, but in fact to probe for victims and dig them out (how would I know I am an aussie J)
We were all pretty delirious with fatigue and excitement and there was lots of laughter and conversation. The conversation however did not last very long, once we got started and started climbing the work got hard, even with my Nordic Walking Sticks, and we fell silent. The scenery was beautiful though. It was kinda funny the trail was packed but it your foot fell merely an inch to either side you would sink up to your knees and the momentum of the backpack would inevitable carry you forward so ended up falling in the snow. This happened several times, and as we to closer to the cabin and our muscles got tired, our balance got worse and it happened more frequently.
It was around 5ish when we got to the Cabin, we had been walking mainly uphill for around 4hrs. It was pretty dark when we got there, and we were very very pleased to see it. It was a small A frame cabin loft. There was plenty of firewood stacked underneath the cabin. To get into the cabin we had to clime a ladder onto the veranda and then to get into the cabin. This posed a problem because Solei was not the kind of dog who climbed ladders, this is not usually an issue as there is more snow. So while Becky started the fire Duncan and I tried to rig up a way for Solei to get up into the cabin. We found some long planks and made a ramp up to the veranda, it was steep and slippery and Soleil would only climb it if we were helping her. But it was a lot easier than lifting her up and down which is how we got her up the first place.
We got into the cabin and huddled around the fire. Duncan and I set to getting the lamp alight and Becky got started on boiling water for dinner. We had Indian eggplant and Naan bread, and pasta for main course with mars bars for desert. Drinks were Whisky, Kaluha and baileys, Duncan bless his cotton socks did not want to drink straight whisky so had hauled coke up as well. He carried 6L up the mountain. There was a small cassette player and speakers up there – battery operated of course and some jazz music, Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsett and Glen Miller, it was a great night. With only a little hiccup: the lamp ran out of oil so we cooled it down and started to refill it. I spilt a little bit on the table and as I was trying to get the lid back on the fuel container the table cloth (plastic) caught alight. We are still not sure whether it was from the heat of the cabin or the candle flames that we had on the table (even though they were not close proximity).
So I set my leg on fire (thank goodness my ski pants did not burn or melt) and burnt part of the table cloth filling the cabin with fumes. Solei was so frightened that for the only time while we were there she got herself down the ramp, slipping and sliding down on her bottom it was so funny. Alls well that ends well however, we got the fire out and there were no injuries, instead just a good story to tell.
The view from the Cabin window was beautiful. The moon was almost full and the night was so clear. The snow sparkled in the moonlight. Some very clever person had brought a squidgee up so you could scrape the condensation of the inside of the window to maximize the view.
We slept in the loft on foam mattresses that had been supplied to the cabin
We got up around 8 and watched the snow covered mountain tops glow pink in the sunrise. It was beautiful and pictures never do it justice. After breakfast we made good time getting down in just under 2 hours. The trip down was quite uneventful, there was less falling over, but we did see a ghost dog…….