Mountain of Madness (I'm kidding, it was fun)

Sorry I kept you people waiting I had a lot on my mind over the past several weeks but here I am again. Anyway, this isn't a review of an H.P. Lovecraft story this instead is me and my scout group adventures on Mount Robson. In August I got to head down to B.C. to Robson, a provincial park with a hiking trail supposed to be second to none and let me tell you it lived up to the hype.  Fun fact the very peak of Mount Robson wasn't seen for 65 days so it was a sight to behold.

When I arrived at the foot of it's gorgeous peak, skepticism flew south for winter and that was just the icing on the cake. We weren't going to simply hike up the whole trail & back that was reserved for the suckers in the other group, instead we got fly up in frickin' helicopter, sparing us the agonizing hike up.

After settling down at out campground at Berg Lake we took the luxury of hiking up to Toboggan falls (not that were sledding down it any time soon)

 and admiring all of God's delicate work and relishing in the bounty.

*chuckle* am I right

 A little ways up when came across a cavern; we probably wouldn't have ventured far if another group hadn't told us about an opening a little ways in that allowed us to venture deeper into the cavern until we chickened out at least. I learned something that little detour: iPhones make good spelunking tools.

Also on the way back down, my father got to teach me the one of the most most essential tools a male could learn: the farmer's blow (as long as no one's around to look at me in disgust). After that we reached our campsite and settled in for the night but not before posing at the B.C.-Alberta border, though I can't decide which is better.

Anyone one want to flip a coin of pick apart flower petals

 After a nourishing breakfast of fruit cups and cinnamon flavoured oatmeal, we headed out to our next camp at Whitehorn. Along the way we got to stop at a couple places some people won't see in their lifetimes including Berg Lake and Emperor Falls. Berg Lake earned it's name because next to the lake is a glacier that constantly has ice chunks fall into its frigid waters that look like icebergs, earning the name Berg Lake.

A few hours later we met the other scout group all sweaty and exhausted and had lunch together. When they were asked if they could do the same hike again they said they would prefer the other group.

After that we headed down to emperor falls, one of the best known falls in the provincial park, in fact the best known waterfall. It truly a sight to behold if you were brave enough the handle the spray, I mean you could stand near it for a few minutes and come out looking like you went under the waterfall itself (but who's that flippin' suicidal).

We then made it to Whitehorn and camped for the night. Thankfully the next hike was the last and let me tell you I was relieved. When headed down a no less scenic trail and finished off our little adventure with a well deserved trip to Miette hot springs and the welcoming sights of wildlife.

Do you think this is healthy for them  to lick the salt under the vehicles?