PART ONE:  BRIDGELESS

 

 

My second backpacking trip with Dave would be an adventurous 7 day route in Banff National Park, Jasper National Park, and the White Goat Wilderness.  We planned to start at the Nigel Pass Trailhead in Banff, and end at the Sunset Pass / Norman Lake Trailhead, also in Banff.  Since we had two cars, running a shuttle between the two points on the Icefields Parkway would be simple.  The first day would feature a crossing of Nigel Pass.  From the Brazeau River, we would do the classic Jonas Pass > Poboktan Pass > Brazeau Lake loop.  We would then backtrack a bit, almost to Nigel Pass.  Over the final 3 days, we’d hike off-trail, upstream into the headwaters of the Brazeau River.  We’d cross Cataract Pass into the White Goat Wilderness, and descend the Cataract Creek valley to the Cline River.  We’d follow the Cline River upstream to its source at Pinto Lake.  From there, we’d hike out over Sunset Pass and down to the highway.

 

We checked the weather forecast the night before the start of the trip.  The first two days looked cold and rainy.  After that, conditions were expected to improve dramatically.  We weren’t looking forward to starting out in the rain, but if we could persevere for the first two days, we would be rewarded.  Unfortunately, the first two days of our route featured some fantastic scenery, including Nigel Pass and Jonas Pass.  In fact, Jonas Pass is considered to be one of the most scenic places in the Canadian Rockies.  If the weather was poor, would we be able to see anything?

 

It rained that night, but had stopped when my alarm went off the next morning.  Still, the sky looked ominous.  We decided to cook breakfast and do our final packing at the cooking shelter in the campground.  It was an excellent choice.  During breakfast, a violent thunderstorm rolled through.  It was a bit startling to experience thunder and lightning first thing in the morning.

 

I had an inspiration as we began our drive to the trailhead.  I had made reservations for our backcountry sites three months earlier.  That meant doing the loop portion of the hike clockwise.  It also meant that if the weather forecast was accurate, we’d be hiking the 12ish miles above treeline across Jonas Pass in the rain.  That was unappealing in terms of both comfort and aesthetics.  As I was driving, it occurred to me that doing the loop in the opposite direction would be more enjoyable based on the forecast.  Hiking along the Brazeau River to Brazeau Lake would be tolerable in the rain, and we could save the best scenery for better weather.

 

I pulled over and shared my plan with Dave.  He was all for it.  We drove back in to Jasper and headed to the Visitor’s Center.  Luckily we were able to switch our campsites on nights 2 and 3, enabling us to reverse the loop.  We got a new permit, and headed out of town on the Icefields Parkway.

 

 

The Peanut Butter Incident (1)

 

 

We drove up through the Icefields, across Sunwapta Pass, and down to the Sunset Pass Trailhead.  It rained the whole time.  The Sunset Pass Trailhead was a little hard to find because the turn is unmarked, but the directions in my guidebook were accurate.  We left my rental car there, and took Dave’s car up to the well-marked parking area for Nigel Pass.  Due to all of the changes and a fair bit of loafing around, it was already noon. 

 

It was still raining, so we decided to eat lunch in Dave’s car.  This proved to be awkward.  My lunch for the next 7 days would consist of peanut butter and tortillas.  Unfortunately, the grocery store in Jasper had only a limited selection of peanut butter.  In fact, they only carried organic peanut butter.  It turns out that organic peanut butter is mostly liquid.  I stirred the jar for several minutes, but it was still pretty runny.  I tried to spoon some into a tortilla, but a spill in Dave’s car seemed inevitable.  I stepped outside into the rain and added some chunky strawberry jam.  By the time my lunch was constructed, it looked like a bear shit sandwich.  I attempted to eat it standing up, but most of the peanut butter and jam ended up in a pile next to the driver’s door of the next car over.  So, to the owner of the Nissan Versa with Saskatchewan plates, please be assured that the mess that was next to your car wasn’t what it looked like.

 

 

Cold Rain and Snow

 

 

The rain continued, but we couldn’t afford to stall any longer.  We packed up, and started up the trail, which initially follows an old road.  It was wet and cold, but at least the chilly temperature (a bit above freezing) kept me from sweating in my rain gear.  We eventually left the old road, and followed Nigel Creek for a while.  There were lots of nice wildflowers along the way, which made up for the lack of views.  Nigel Pass is considered to be extremely scenic, but the mountains and glaciers were hidden behind dark, heavy clouds. 

 

We crested the pass, and a short, steep descent brought us to the Brazeau River.  The trail crosses the infant river here without the benefit of a bridge.  Normally the crossing requires a long but easy rock hop.  That wasn’t the case today.  It had rained constantly since the previous evening, and the water was UP.  Rock hopping wasn’t an option, because most of the rocks were underwater.  We would have to wade.  It would be a long ford, too – perhaps 100’, and the river is glacial.  Most of the water we would be wading through had been solid ice a few days earlier.  While we were contemplating this, the rain suddenly changed to snow.  I thought that was a nice touch.

 

We didn’t have much choice.  We switched to sandals and started across.  The water was knee deep, with a moderate current, and it was every bit as cold as I expected.  I didn’t get used to it at all.  If anything, it seemed to get colder as I crossed.  I finally reached the far side, where I dropped my pack to put my boots back on. 

 

From there, we noted an unofficial trail heading upstream.  That would be our route to Cataract Pass in a few days.  We headed the other way, climbing a steep slope to a rocky hillside high above the river gorge.  At that point, we were almost level with Nigel Pass, on the far side of the river.  Mountains and glaciers loomed through the fog and driving snow.  I paused to look back upstream, and was startled by what I saw.  Conditions obscured the view, but everything around Cataract Pass was snow-covered.  I’d read that snow often lingers well into summer on Cataract Pass.  But was the snow I was seeing left over from the previous winter, or was it fresh accumulation?  I began to wonder if we’d be able to make it out that way.

 

It was at this point that I noticed that I couldn’t get any water out of my Platypus reservoir.  I thought the hose might be pinched, so I gave it a tug.  Suddenly, I was holding the entire hose.  Yikes!  If the hose had disconnected, water was leaking in my backpack.  I dropped it, and quickly began to unpack.  I pulled out the reservoir, but it was already empty.  Some of my clothes were wet, but my sleeping bag was in a waterproof stuff sack.  It’s a good thing, too.  With temperatures near freezing, this could’ve been a complete disaster. 

 

I resumed the hike as the snow continued to fall.  I hiked high above the river gorge, along a hillside littered with boulders.  A steep descent followed, and I passed what would’ve been a great view down the Brazeau River valley.  I made a note of the spot, since we would be passing back through here 4 days later. 

 

From there, the descent led past a powerful waterfall, where the river emerged from the gorge through a narrow flume.  I returned to river level, and the snow changed back to rain.  I caught up with Dave at a footbridge over the river.  The bridge was a huge relief!  The river was raging, and it had doubled in size since the first ford.  I don’t think we would’ve been able to cross it safely without the bridge.

 

We passed through the Boulder Creek campground, where we would be staying in 3 nights.  From there we hiked downstream, mostly in the woods.  We crossed a long bridge over Boulder Creek, and endured several steep ups and downs before arriving at the Four Point Campground.  Four Point is in the woods near the river, and is quite lovely.  It’s a large site, with room for 7 or 8 groups.  Luckily, there wasn’t anyone there when we arrived.  We set up camp, and pitched my tarp over one of the picnic tables.  It was nice to get out of the rain after walking in it all day.

 

After I pitched my tent I was able to assess the damage from the platypus leak.  Some clothing was a little damp, but it wasn’t too bad.  A bit later, a couple from Belgium hiked into camp.  We tried to converse, but their English was very marginal.  I thought they wanted to share our tarp, which would’ve been fine with us.  Instead, they built an impressive fire.  Before long they had most of their clothing suspended over the fire.  The temperature was barely above freezing, but the guy was actually standing next to the fire barefoot, wearing shorts!  I guess being from Belgium toughens you up against foul weather!

 

I slept well that night.  The rain continued into the next morning.  We got a lazy start due to the conditions, despite having a 12+ mile day ahead of us.  We hung out for a couple of hours under the tarp as the rain persisted.  Eventually it eased up, so we broke camp and hit the trail.  Heavy, dark clouds still obscured the surrounding mountains, but they had lifted enough to reveal a line of fresh snow a few hundred feet above us. 

 

We hiked downstream, passing a ranger’s cabin a short distance from the campground.  We continued downstream to another bridge over the river, where we stopped for lunch.  The normal route crosses the bridge here and continues downstream on the far side of the river.  Unfortunately, the next bridge downstream had recently washed out.  The park service had constructed a temporary trail down the opposite side of the river, bypassing both bridges.  However, it wasn’t much of a trail.  It was well marked with ribbons, and occasionally antlers, but there was no tread to speak of.  It was basically a game trail.  It was little better than bushwhacking, and we had to do it for several miles.  The worst part was a stretch of willow swamp with a stream crossing.  We both got our boots damp there, and a larger creek crossing required switching to sandals. 

 

This stretch was tedious, and it was a relief to rejoin the official trail at the site of the washed out bridge.  The hike was much nicer after that.  There was some lovely forest, carpeted in neon green moss and colorful wildflowers.  One section of river was particularly interesting, as it ran through narrow, boulder-lined gorge.  From there, we left the river and entered deeper forest.  Before long we arrived at another bridge spanning the North Fork of the Brazeau River.  This river was equally impressive.  It was a flood of whitewater, swollen from 2 days of steady rain.  We followed it upstream to another bridge, and the spur trail to the Brazeau Lake campsites.

 

Brazeau Lake is a beauty, and the campground is one of the nicest I’ve seen.  It is situated right at the outlet, so it has the aesthetics of both a lakeside and a riverside campsite.  I’m not sure what I liked best, the view from the lakeshore or the musical sound of rushing water.  Part of the charm of the Brazeau Lake Campground was due to timing.  We had the whole place to ourselves, and the sun came out just as we arrived.  It was late in the afternoon, but it was still high enough to warm us up and dry us out a little bit.  We weren’t content to rely just on the sun though.  Brazeau Lake is one of the few campsites in Jasper where campfires are allowed.  We managed to get a nice fire going despite the wet wood.  That evening we enjoyed the fire, chocolate and marshmallows, and a bit of whiskey.  All in all, it was one of the nicer evenings I’ve spent in the wilderness.

 

 

MORNING SUN

 

 

We awoke to bright sunshine and blue skies on Saturday.  Brazeau Lake was a hard place to leave, so we got another late start.  It was worth it though.  We took advantage of the opportunity to dry our clothes and gear before packing up and hitting the trail.

 

We hiked back downstream to the bridge we’d passed the previous afternoon.  Then we hiked uphill through the woods, well above the lake.  This stretch of trail is heavily forested, but I explored off-trail twice in hopes of finding a view of the lake.  Both forays were successful.  Each time I worked my way out onto a cliff, with the long greenish lake stretched out below me.  Peaks surround the lake on every side, making it look like a Scottish Loch.  Some of the mountains still had fresh snow, too.  All of the viewpoints I found were partially wooded, but a couple of them were open enough that I was able to get photos.

 

I caught up to Dave just before we reached John John Creek.  There was another viewpoint here, from the west side of the lake.  It was more open and quite scenic, though the view wasn’t as exciting as what I’d found earlier by exploring off trail.  Still, it was nice to get even more views of the lake, with Chocolate Mountain forming a dramatic backdrop.

 

We continued on, crossing John John Creek on a narrow bridge.  We then hiked up the John John Creek canyon, finally leaving Brazeau Lake behind.  We stopped at the John John Creek campsite for lunch.  This spot was a bit confusing, as one trail continued upstream beyond the campsite, while another crossed the creek on a footlog and ascended the hillside above the far side of the creek.  Both appeared to be well traveled.  The map only shows one trail.  We eventually noticed a trail sign, which we somehow missed when we arrived.  The correct trail continues beyond the campground.  I’m not sure where the trail on the far side of the stream goes.  Dave theorized that it might be a shortcut to the Jonas Pass area.  It’s also possible that it leads to another ranger’s cabin.

 

A long steady climb took us through lovely subalpine forest to treeline.  We enjoyed sweeping views for several miles as we strolled through the meadows leading up to Poboktan Pass.  It was late afternoon when we finally reached the top.  We took a break there, and I decided to climb the hillside behind the pass for an even better view.  I was rewarded with a broader vista from a hillside carpeted with stunted yellow paintbrush.  It was windy and chilly up there, and by the time I returned to the pass, Dave had disappeared.  I eventually caught up with him on the trail along Poboktan Creek.

 

The final mile or two had some wet, muddy stretches that were tedious.  Despite this, it was a still a scenic hike.  We finally reached the Jonas Cutoff junction, and headed up that trail a short distance to the Jonas Cutoff Campsite.  This area was extremely busy, which was a bit startling after seeing only a few people during the first 3 days of the trip.  The campground was full, and we set up camp in the last 2 sites.  At the campground we met the couple from Belgium again, a couple from New England, and a big group of guys from Calgary.  The local guys were a fount of knowledge.  They told us about some of their favorite hikes in the area – mainly ones that are off the beaten path.  I ended up jotting down notes on some of them, because I love doing hikes that are off the radar of the average tourist.

 

Mosquitoes made their first appearance of this trip at the Jonas Cutoff Campground.  They were pretty annoying, but barely noticeable compared to what we encountered in Tonquin Valley.  Mosquito meter 2.

 

I used the “Don’t Waste Your Time in the Canadian Rockies” guidebook to plan both of our trips to Canada.  It’s a useful book, in that it rates all of the hikes according to the opinion of the authors.  I’ve found that I agree with their opinions in most cases.  However, their view of the Brazeau loop is an exception.  They recommend hiking from the Nigel Pass Trailhead, over Nigel Pass and Jonas Pass, and down to Jonas Cutoff.  Then, after a layover day to hike to Poboktan Pass, they recommend backtracking rather than completing the loop.  They describe the Brazeau Lake and Brazeau River portion of the loop as tedious and boring, and state that there aren’t any good views of the lake.  This is one instance where I have to strongly disagree.  While some of the hiking along the river is tedious (particularly the stretch of temporary trail that bypasses the washed out bridge), other parts are lovely.  The river is a nice companion, and there are occasional views of the surrounding mountains.  The view of Brazeau Lake from the campground is quite nice, and even better vistas can be found by exploring off-trail on the hillside south of the lake. 




Continue reading about our backpacking trip as Dave and I hike over Jonas Pass and on to the headwaters of the Brazeau River and Cataract Pass.

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