Had to work the whole long weekend so as a I reward I got a Tuesday off. Not a fair trade off. I Didn't want to drive to Pemberton solo and forecast was for lighting and unsettled weather so I decided on a local classic, the West Lion.
Started pushing the bike up the road at 7:40am, parking was fine only 1 other car. After crossing the bridge travel was good on the Binkert trail except some pretty serious blowdowns. Trail is pretty much completely covered and new odd ways around it are appearing here and there.
Very Very minimal snow just below the ridge THANK GOD! nice to be able to travel in approach shoes and travel light again and stay dry. Made my way to the notch, I had packed a rope with me just incase but there was a blue climbing rope still in place, the giant old braided rope is gone. I know Dru says it's an easy section and I could manage to climb up it without the rope, but I found downclimbing it hard and I ended up using the rope.
No problem on the spot where people have died, kinda crazy to think about while looking down. The pin is still there and solid. Smooth sailing after that to the top 2hr. 50 min later.
I didn't want to head home so soon so I decided to take the HSCT and ended up heading for Enchanment Peak. I ended up on the ridge too high, there was no way down. I now realize I should have just stayed low and cut under the part I was up ontop of. So I went back to the HSCT and continued along the ridge hitting every bump on the way even one that wasn't needed.
Crossed the section with chains and ropes, it was super easy and makes the pictures look better I suppose and made my way upto James.
Dropped down to base of David, then upto the top of David and took in the sights again.
For some reason I foolishly figured that since in the Winter I've ascended the South Ridge of David that heading down it would be fine and I would just hook up with the road in Harvey Basin. Well it was a poor decision and I should have just hooked up with the HSCT off of David and hit the road higher up. As I got lower I lost track of where the road was, the bluffs kept pushing me over and it resulted in a nasty thrash for me to cut over and find the road quite low down.
Anways once on the road I licked my wounds, pretended that bushwack didn't happen, hopped on my bike and cruised down to the car to tan my pasty body and drink an ice cold Cariboos Blonde. Then I hit up the parents house because because I heard there was a roast cooking. This was a much needed trip after my last 2.