Technically the Bugaboos are only a small part of the Purcell Mountains (see previous post). These granite intrusions into an otherwise sedimentary range are so striking, however, thrusting through massive glaciers, the towers standing in magnificent isolation, that they fully merit their own designation. World famous among rock climbers, the area has also become a hub for heli-skiing, thanks to Canadian Mountain Holidays and their Bugaboo Lodge in the valley. Today, just about any area reachable by helicopter from the lodge borrows the name Bugaboos.
One word, uttered repeatedly by everyone in my group, sums up the Bugaboos: Wow! It was the first thing we said on exiting the helicopter, and our vocabulary didn’t improve as the day progressed. Language just can’t cope with the scenery.
The sheer scale of these mountains is overwhelming.
I don’t remember what we did on any given day. I know we hiked up moraines, walked on ridges and through meadows, played in the snow, found hidden lakes and waterfalls, marvelled at wildflowers. A benevolent Nature ensured that mountain storms never troubled the blue skies. From on high we felt our eyes drawn to endless rows of distant peaks even as beauty closer at hand vied for our attention.
The grace and vibrancy of alpine trees belies their desperate struggle for existence in this harsh land.
Not all terrain is so rugged. Meadows of wildflowers and gentle streams welcome the hiker, although the broad expanse of summits always looms in the distance.
I love wildflowers. My computer contains hundreds of flower photos, and still I take more because each bloom I encounter seems incredibly fresh and new. Some, like the paintbrush, are simply too colourful to pass by. Others, like the monkey flower, are rare in the Rockies, where I usually hike, although fairly common in the Purcells and other Columbia mountains.
We tarried by myriad lakes and lunched in high places.
Got silly in the snow and even tried some rock climbing.
At day’s end, no matter where we were, the helicopter could aways find a place nearby to land.
Reluctantly I said goodbye to these magnificent mountains. I had spent six days heli-hiking in the Purcells; it was time to move on to my next adventure.