It was 5:30 in the morning when the sun crested over the mountains. We’d started up to Garibaldi lake the day before and then in the depths of the night after two hours of sleep we packed up camp and set off through bear country for quite literally what felt like the top of the world. The Black Tusk.
The view was so ridiculous, and water so fresh we drank from the stream. We danced on the summit; exhausted, and freezing. Brian brewed some coffee with the last of our camping fuel, and with wet feet from the last of this year’s snow we headed down on a high.