Dave's PhotoJournal for September 25th, 2005, Part 1 of 4

We woke up, not particularly early, and packed up our stuff. Once we checked out and such, we decided to go to the tennis club next door for breakfast, because it was supposed to be good. It was. So that worked out. Then we walked around the village, blah blah blah, I've already covered all of this.

We wanted to hike today, but we didn't really think too much about where. So we ended up on this road, that was marked "Cheakamus Lake". We drove up it for awhile, and ended up at a trailhead about 8 miles in. Or maybe it was 8 kilometers. Hmm. Must have been miles, because 8 kilometers is like 300 feet, and it was definitely further than that, it was a bit of a drive in there.

There were a couple viewpoints from the dirt road on the way up, but the surrounding forest must have grown quite a bit since they put the signs for the viewpoints in there, because you really couldn't see anything except trees.

Julie on the patio for breakfast. The air was pretty chilly, but the sun was nice and warm.

And bright.

Walking through Whistler village.

Nice fall color.

Yellow...

Julie, mesmerized by the yellow tree, apparently.

Police motorcycles, lining up in the central square. That guy on the end, on the right, is clearly incompetent. Everyone else seemed to be able to line up just fine. Shortly after all these guys lined up, there was a big speech and stuff, but we didn't hang around for it. We were just getting some random stuff (soda, energy bars, stuff like that) from the mini-grocery store that was directly behind us when I took this picture.

Village North. That little clocktower is attached to the brewery.

This was the "view" from one of the "viewpoints" along the dirt road up to the trailhead. I think there used to be something interesting to look at across the valley, but now the trees have grown up so far that all you can see is the top of the hill across the way. This isn't old growth forest, this is all replanted forest from the logging industry. It's apparently an "interpretive forest", where if you know a little bit about forestry and stuff, you can learn alot from all the little informational signs they have up everywhere. Unfortunately, if you're like me, and know nothing about forestry, all the little informational signs were meaningless.

Looking up to the top of the hill on my side of the valley.

Looking down the road I just came up.

Looking at the road continuing up.

Parking lot for the Cheakamus Lake trail.

View the other way. This is the direction the trail actually goes.

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