Before I even get started, this story reminds me of another tale... the one about the Great Los Angeles Glacier Meltdown of 1975... That's not what this post is about however. Maybe I'll tell you a little of that story, but you'll have to wait till the end of this post.
This post is for #mountainmonday, hosted by yours truly. If you have something to share that involves mountains in any way at all, make a post and drop me a link in the comments. I'll make sure to upvote and resteem your post. Meanwhile, jump in the car, we're off to see the glacier!
Trans Canada Highway near the British Columbia/Alberta border
So here we are, somewhere in the vicinity of the Kicking Horse Pass, and it's time to get off the main highway. Let's hang a left.
OK, this is better... follow that red car!
Our first stop is Emerald Lake, BC. (I know you may have seen a couple of these photos before but I'm just trying to tell the story, the best way I know how...)
Emerald Lake, May 2018
Our next stop will be the Natural Bridge over the Kicking Horse River in Yoho National Park.
The Bridge
Check out the colour of the glacial run-off water that makes up the Kicking Horse River. That is some mighty cold water. I would not want to fall in!
The Source
I can't swear that this particular mountain is the one that feeds the Kicking Horse, but it is nearby and you can get the general idea.
What a Real Glacier looks like.
Above is a close-up shot where you can see the ice at the top of this mountain. This is the end of the "official" portion of my #mountainmonday post. However...
This all certainly reminds me of when I was in L.A. in the summer of 1975...
I was a twenty-year-old, long haired, guitar playing hippie of sorts, staying with my friend Dennis who lived in the valley in a place called Canoga Park. We kinda had the place to ourselves because Dennis' parents were away in Japan... for two years! I remember how incredibly bad the air pollution was in 1975. It's nothing like that now. About a mile from the house was the Santa Susana Pass State Park in Chatsworth, and you could not see the mountains in the middle of the day - just a sort of dark patch in the haze. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.
One morning Dennis is rummaging around in the fridge and he pulls out some ice cubes. He took a pocket knife and started carving away on one of them. After a while my curiosity got the better of me:
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"Making you something" mumbled Dennis as he continued carving.
"What is it?"
"Well... since you're from Canada, I wanted you to feel at home. This is for you." he said and tossed me an ice cube.
I looked at it, and on the side was carved my initials: KB
"What the hell?" I asked...
"Haven't you ever seen a Monogrammed Glacier before?"
I threw the "glacier" at him and missed and it went through the open patio doors and landed in the sun beside the pool where it quickly melted, turning into a puddle...
And that was the story of the Great Los Angeles Glacier Meltdown of 1975!
Thanks for reading, my friends. Now let's see your mountains!