I already had a face full of smile as I sat at the edge of the tarn sharing my dried mango snack with Laska. I saw a rider come around the bend towards me saying, in an enthusiastic British accent, “It’s amazing up here! Just absolutely amazing!” At that moment, I felt so happy that he, a complete stranger, was enjoying it too.
And surely enjoying it even more after achieving the big climb up from the valley floor… zigzagging through treeline, meandering through sub alpine landscapes, opening up into alpine meadows that eventually give way to mostly rocks left by glaciers and weathered by time, dotted with crystal clear tarns like the one my dog and I sat at.
From the top of Mt. Sproat, there are 360 degree views. You can spot your house, the café, the bike shop, the rivers, lakes and forests you play in down in the valley below.
Then your eyes climb up and up and then out at mountains for as far as the eye can see. In every direction. And in all their many folds is everything you love. The bears, the wild blueberries, the trickling creeks and raging rivers. The soft moss on the forest floor, towering trees, the smell of sap and the sound of squirrel claws on bark.
Yes, a smile and a tear even, before we begin the descent. How mountains lift you up!