2004-08-28-Elfin_Lakes

The forecast did not look good for the weekend, so our plan was to hike to Elfin Lakes and stay in the shelter. Unfortunately, there was no reservation system, and we didn't want to be left with no place to sleep, so we brought our tents anyway. Dusit also enlisted Mike (who didn't have any gear) for the trip late Friday night, so we scrambled to enlist extra gear and a driver. Michael had to drive because I had just spent a couple of weeks with very little sleep.

2004-08-28

We stopped for a snack at the McDonald's in Squamish, and thanks to the wonders of FRS radio, Dusit's car joined us. It was raining fairly hard at this time, and unwisely, we started to reminisce about the start of our Garibaldi hike last December (and Dusit told us stories of "expunging"). We persevered in the end, but we arrived at the trailhead over an hour later than we planned.

Some kind of bird	Pheasant?	Deb, Cyn, Michael	Deb photographing fungi
Michael and Cyn	Bunny	Grazing	Misty
Looking down into a valley	Dusit and Mike	Dusit, Deb, Cyn, Michael	Dusit looking down a slope
Deb at the lakes	First lake	View from the lake	Looking back on the trail
Deb and Cyn	Deb and Michael at second lake	Drinking water only	Ranger station
Shelter	Michael at shelter	Please use other side

Although there was one large group that occupied most of the bunks, we found enough free beds that none of us had to camp out in the rain. After dinner, we played a bit of Munchkin before heading to sleep.

2004-08-29

Bunks	Dusit napping	Peering in the window	Deb, Michael, steep dropoff
Deb, Michael, Cyn	Deb and waterfall	Diseased leaf	X marks the spot.
View through the clouds

We went to Some Kinda Pasta for dinner. On the menu was a choice of pastas, and a list of accompanying sauces that included chicken tortelini. Dusit decided to pester the waitress, inquiring about a chicken tortelini canelloni. After she answered, "I suppose it's possible, but nobody has asked for that before", he decides to order something else. Then when it came time for dessert, the mud pie was not good enough for Mr. Special Needs; he had to get it heated up, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side. The waitress was very good about it, and actually served his order.

Michael stealing melted mud pie

More dessert

Chocolatey grin

Photo moment

As we loitered outside after our meal, I glanced up at a passing Yukon on 10th Avenue. I looked at the driver just as Jonny looked back at me. He had apparently just finished helping Karina move.

Eat moose; 28,000 wolves can't be wrong!!!

Loitering on the street