There’s something so empowering about 3 women in the backcountry, bushwhacking their way through the terrain with a GPS (named Maximus), a harmonica to scare away the bears, and hours of laughter. Of all the backcountry trips I’ve done so far, this was one of my favourites. Rather than follow a well marked trail, we pretty much made our own. Our scratched and bruised legs are proof that we did take a bit of a beating but made it to untouched and magical spots. We were so empowered that we decided next year, instead of only 3 nights, we’re going to tackle the entire thing even if it takes a whole week.
I’ve found a new favourite spot with memories of challenges, laughter and uplifting, inspiring friendships.