At times, selective memory can come in handy. In hindsight, we, as humans, tend to block out certain realities while focusing on the overall experience. I find this selectiveness enormously helpful when revisiting a “favorite” hike.
I’m referring to Sparrowhawk Tarns—a relatively short (11.6km/ 7.2 mi) but steep (700m/2,283 ft) climb through a land of fossils and marmots—that takes you to a spectacular view of small lakes, meadows, and surrounding mountains.
View of Sparrowhawk Mountain from the trail.
The day was ours to enjoy with turkey sandwiches, lots of water, and bug spray in tow. Our early start almost guaranteed minimal dust from Spray Lake Road—which came in handy for wildlife sightings.
The trail began on the High Rockies connector trail, leading to a junction for Sparrowhawk (left) and the High Rockies Trail (right).
High Rockies continues on right, Sparrowhawk straight ahead.
About 30 minutes into the hike, we heard a couple below us making their presence known to any bear within at least five miles (hahaha). Lo and behold—we know these people! What were the odds that we would run into our neighbors Corey and Willis on the same trail simultaneously? Pretty slim. Great minds think alike.
Willis and Corey with Maggie leading the way.
Excellent company and conversation took us past a lovely little stream, where Maggie took a quick dip.
We parted ways at the treeline—after taking a moment to photograph a nearby whistling marmot.
Rocky climb begins here.
Marmot
Enter selective memory. Our climb involved a never-ending pile of boulders, following multiple paths leading to points unknown. Let’s say there are many ways to get to the top, and thankfully, the actual trail is much more apparent on the way down.
But the view is worth the effort.
Alpine meadows.
Small lake view from our lunch site.
The trip back was steep, somewhat precarious, and not at all leisurely. Nonetheless, it was a heck of a lot faster than the climb.
Dave making his way down, with Spray Lake in the distance.
Later that evening, Corey texted a photo she took of Maggie and Willis that captured the spirit of the day—serendipitous.
Maggie and Willis in the alpine meadow.