Curiosity takes me to Blue Grouse Mountain, Kelowna
Rushing around before a hike is never a good thing as I made it to the trail head without my boots or a coat. Not a great thing when the elevation gain is about 600 metres and there are rain clouds heading our way. Not to be left out, I bravely (or stupidly) started up the hill with the rest of the family, and Chester in the backpack. We were following trail descriptions off the trail peak website, but I’m not sure that we started in the right place as we didn’t find the power lines that we were supposed to follow until we got to the top. It was a great climb up though, very steep in parts but scenic. About a third of the way up, we stopped to figure out which direction to go and my stepson saw a snake – really great until we heard the distinctive rattling sound. I was not pleased to be in capri shorts and rather open shoes! And the next part of the climb required scrambling over warm rocks with deep crevasses – I did that part rather quickly!
We hiked up beside this steep rock face and then made it to a nice viewpoint where you could see Kelowna and south to Okanagan Mountain Provincial Park. In the lower half of the picture, you can see a line of burnt trees from the recent Bear Creek fire.
We got a bit wet from rain showers but were able to hide under a tree and have a snack before gathering our energy and exploring the dirtbiking trails that crisscross the area and head up to the top. I was happy to be on a trail that was more hard packed and less slippery, and the woods were quite pretty.
The view from the top at 1,286 metres was spectacular! We could see north all the way to Vernon, Wood Lake and Kalamalka Lake and south as well.
Getting to the top is optional. Getting down is mandatory. (Ed Viesturs)
A 4WD service road goes all the way to the top, so if you have a truck and don’t want to do the hike, you can still take in the views. We took that road down, and I was very thankful as I wasn’t too sure how I was going to navigate some of the parts and still have material on the back of my shorts after sliding down. Chester was happy too as he could walk, although the poor little guy got tired after about an hour and gladly hopped back into the backpack – I was thinking that sounded good too by then, but all in all, a great day!
You never climb the same mountain twice, not even in memory. Memory rebuilds the mountain, changes the weather, retells the jokes, remakes all the moves.(Lito Tejada-Flores)
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