After picking up my new lightweight Big Agnes tent, titanium pot, Mini-Sawyer water filter, a big ass burrito, and a six pack of 1554 Black Ale in B'Ham I was off to the Tomyhoi/Yellow Aster Butt trailhead up near Baker.
There were more Canuck cars than Yank-mobiles at the TH…..Likely because it was Canuck Turkey Long Weekend. I hoisted my new lightweight setup and took my Slesse gimped ankle for its first serious walk in over a month. The ‘Gimp' faired well except for the odd feeling of electricity shooting through my ankle every 30th step.
Having been up this trail a couple of times previously I knew what to expect. I did not expect to hit snow at the 1.5Km point as it seemed pretty warm for the past few days—A strange little micro-climate exists up here for sure.
A couple of Women I passed along the way
I passed a number of folk on the way up as well as a number of people heading back down…..Seems everyone was just up for the day. The destination for all these people was Yellow Aster Butt. The 'Butt' is a worthwhile jaunt as the views are absolutely Bomb.
The Yanks know how to build and maintain some absolutely killer trails…..It is too bad a bunch of Tea-Baggers are dead set on crippling the country those morons supposedly love. Had many nice chats with Yanks on the trail about the wonderful people in American Gov't……Most agreed that the Repugs and the douchebag Tea-Baggers are a bunch of …….!
Tomyhoi off in the distance
After about two hours of slipping and sliding in my dayhikers I arrived at the base of the Yellow Aster Butt. My plan was to camp down at the tarns. Things sure looked a lot different than my two previous trips up here. The trail down to the tarns was somewhere under a couple feet a snow…..I found a fairly safe descent into the tarns. The snow was thigh deep in a few spots on the way down but at least it was nice dry snow.
Dug with Shuksan in the background
The Canadian Border Peaks
#2 Shuksan Trifecta.....Which is your fave?
What a wicked spot and I had it all to myself as the only human footprints to be found were mine…The temps at night dropped down to -8C…Way cooler than I had anticipated. My new lightweight setup weighed in at around 8Kg's and it all held up to some solid night-time winds and chilly temps.
My uber-sweet camp spot
As I was heading down I came around a corner and standing right in front of me was a big goat and a baby goat? WTH? A few seconds later an octeganrian lady rounded the corner and told me they were her goats and that she was training the baby goat to be a pack goat---Way too friggin' cool.
The only thing I need now is pack goat to take all the weight off my gimped ankle.