Mount Gilliam

After a lovely alpine mountain bike ride on Saturday, I felt Sunday would be a nice day for a nice hike in the alpine with Michelle, Kona and our friend Chris.  And it was!
We decided to go and bash our way up Mount Gilliam, which just so happens to be located behind, as in right behind our cabin.
The funny thing is, it seems that for many people in Whitehorse, unless it is in the Whitehorse Hikes and Bikes book, it simply just does not exist as a hiking destination.  Whatever the reason, its great for the rest of us as we never have to worry about crowds (hah!).
Lovely weather Sunday morning beckoned to us, luring us into the alpine.

The usual assortment of Willows and Dwarf Juniper barring the way.

Some sort of alpine plant.

Some sort of frothy, slobbery, hot Belgian Shepherd.

 

The usual gaggle of Alpine Nymphs.

More oggling of views, of which there were plenty.

I scampered out to this pinnacle and found generations of Sheep poop.  And a view as well.

We found grade A, number 1 scree sliding on the descent.  Unfortunately, it funneled us into some grade A number 1 Poplar bashing to gain the valley bottom.

All in all a lovely day out in the alpine.

Watson River Vid

Ok, until I upgrade my Vimeo account to allow HD embedding, you can listen to the vid hear, or click the link below to see it at Vimeo.

Upper Watson River Packrafting from Paul Christensen on Vimeo.

Watson River Exploration

This is a trip I have wanted to do for a while: up Birnie creek, over the pass into the upper Watson river, then paddle down the Watson until you can take out near the Red Ridge trail.

So, recruiting Malcolm as someone who doesn't mind a thrash, off we went. 

Ideally, we should have waited until the weather warmed up, but this was the weekend so we took a chance.  Highs were only supposed to be 10-12C in Whitehorse, and as this river, as well as the nearby Wheaton river are snowmelt dependent, the temps were not ideal.  It actually snowed on us both days, and there was ice on the standing water Sunday morning.

Birnie creek pass

Looking down the Watson headwaters

After getting over the pass and out of the snow, we dropped off the old cat trail, and headed down the Watson river, which at this point is a small creek.  I knew there was an old trail up this valley which supported an old mine back in the early 1900's.  Mathew Watson of Carcross had this small prospect 100 years ago, and we found his old cabin down the valley a ways.

  

Mathew Watsons cabin

We found lots of old writings on the wall, and even found old box lids with his name on them making up the doorway.  All this stuff was hauled up by horse.

We initially picked up the old trail, but lost it later on, which left us busting through the Dwarf Juniper.  Eventually we hit the meadows where the Watsons first major tributary flows in from the West.

This effectively doubled the volume which was enough to encourage us to kit up for rafting.

We spent the next few hours alternately rafting, grinding and carrying as the river braided out and came together.  After a few Kms of this sort of progress, the river took off into new channels choked with Willow, motivating us to pull out and switch back to bushwacking mode.

It was now past 7PM, and things were not going as well as we had hoped.  We had a quick discussion, and decided to make our way back, as the river below was unknown to us, and the low flow had us moving too slow.

We picked up the old horse trail and started heading back up the valley.  The trail was mostly pretty good, but there were some Willowy sections....

We camped around 9PM near our put in under what I call Swirl mountain.

Cool Alpine Fir cones.

We were able to stay on the horse trail all the way back, which will definately make things faster next time.

All in all a good trip, but it needs more water.  So once things warm up, we'll be heading back, and with one more day of food.

Down, but not out

Ok, just to let you know, whoever you may be that actually read this shit. 

My credo is to post ADVENTURE ONLY, not what I did today (mundane BS), or what I WANT to do, but what actually went down.

Since my last bloggage, nothing but work has gone down.  But thats good, as its bolstering the bank account for much frivolity this summer.  The packraft is ready, the bikes are ready, I'M ready for gods sakes.  One week of work on the cabin, and June will be a high water  Alpacka Raft extravaganza.  Really.  Stay tuned!!! 

Ok, thats me expressing glee about the amount of work staring me in the face.  But hard work has a payoff, which is a kick-ass cabin.  Which it will be once we are done.

Soon, packrafting, hiking, biking yeah!!

When the going gets hard, the hard go for a beer.

Sad yes, but more often than not true.
I have been waiting for the "perfect" conditions for a quick jaunt into Rose lake via the Fish lake trail.  Conditions indeed did look good on Sunday.  So, plans were hatched, Tony was eager, and off we went.
Finding that  the South side of Fish lake was indeed the right side to be on instead of the NW, as we had tried earlier in March, we made great time up the lake and onto the trail proper.

The trail was in great shape and we cruised along enjoying the stiff headwind.

 

Once we got above timberline the drifting snow slowed things down a might, and it became apparent that there was going to be no quick mission in and out today.

We pushed in for a few more Kms, enjoying the sun and the aforementioned headwind, before turning around at Ibex lake.

Ibex mountain in the background

The ride to fish lake was pretty much all downhill, and cruising through the woops made by skidoos was pretty much a blast.

Once on the lake, I had the bright idea to follow a seemingly ideal looking snowmobile trail down the opposite side from which we came up the lake, and condemned ourselves to an hour or so of Pugsley hell.

The Pilsners were especially tasty afterwards. 

Not exactly adventure per se

Just a pile of work.
We have a cabin near town that needs a new roof on it, and with winter starting to close down, we figured it would be wise to get all the material in to it now before the snow goes, as we don't have road access.  So, Friday was spent gathering material, loading up, and getting out to the cabin.  Kilrich (local building material vendor) also brought out a truck load of material to add to the pile of timbers and T&G flooring I had on the tralier.

This all had to go in the .6Km to the site by snowmobile.

2x10x16' rafters made for some awkward loads.

The pile grows larger.

What I had foreseen taking the better part of 2 days actually was completed in one, and by 7PM Saturday evening, the huge pile of material was safely tarped up at the site.  That left Sunday free for cutting and hauling firewood to add to the existing pile.

Wood=good.

The view from our deck.

So now with that out of the way, the rest of the spring is free for other, less tedious endevours.