Once
at the crossroad of Lillian lake and Galatea trail the boys found renewed
strength and doubled their speed. It was arduous on a loaded down leaders
to keep up.
A
fellow traveler came by and offer to take our picture.
Hey,
this is pretty soft ground down here.
Look,
a tree with no trunk. Strange eh!
Ah,
the life on a park bench. Could use a catapult to get you and your pack up
again though.
'This
wasn't really that hard', says the smallest one in the group.
Looks
like a good water stop.
This
forest living room furniture is pretty good eh!
Look here, some Oriental
hikers sporting their orange attire. Easy to spot them eh!
Traffic
is kind of busy this time of day, don't you think?
We
finally rendezvoused with our Orth brothers. The father of Mitch was there
as well. Everyone was very excited. They took the load of our burdenous
packs and offered us fresh crisp apples and granola bars. Truly none could
taste better.
The
father of Mitch took on the heaviest pack too show his gratitude in
having his son back and well. That leader needed to put rocks in his
pockets to keep him on the ground.
I
want the green granola bars with the honey mustard dip.
Adding
rhythm to our step as we cross the Kananaskis river.
Trails
End, 200 yards of 30 degree uphill grade. Just one more trial to test your
metal.
The straggling
leaders finally meet up with the trail blazing team.
and
the man-in-tights wraps it up. All are in safely and rather tight as well
in one van.