17km, 10hrs, 1700m elevation gain.
Some people call it “The Fin”; we’ll call it “The Cockscomb”. The rock formation didn’t care. Either way, it was covered in flowers.
We’ve been experiencing searing hot days and Sunday was no exception. On a 28 degrees centigrade blue sky day, we found alpine blossoms in unexpected places. Some I’ve never seen before.
In between the sharp thin layers of grey and brown shale, there were patches of yellow alpine buttercups and white mountain avens, masses of tiny purple moss champion, the wide white petals of western anemone, and so many more I don’t know the names of. There were so many flowers it was nearly impossible not to step on them. We stared down at the rock garden of a mountain as we ascended the steep slope to the ridge, finding pairs of moths mating among the fossils. Rock snapped under our boots and crumbled in our hands, drawing blood, as we made our way in the heat, slowly and sun-lazily, along that long, long ridgeline between Nihahi and Compression.