Killarney - Part VI

Morning. The rain has finally stopped but it’s still cold and dripping outside. I dress for it - long underwear, rain slicker, etc. and off I go. I am hiking in from the south terminus (or start) of the legendary La Cloche Silhouette Trail (doesn’t the name alone spark the imagination?) The trail in full is about 63 miles in length over extremely rugged terrain and generally takes experienced backpackers 7-10 days to complete. I will only be hiking in as far as I can go to leave enough time to make the return trek back to camp before dark.

I begin the hike at brisk pace, my energy level high due to being relatively sedentary the last two days. Quickly I find myself in a misty valley between two towering and craggy quartzite cliffs that resemble fortress walls of old castle ruins - very impressive. Though I’ve hiked this portion of the trail a number of times before, I’m later in the fall season this time than ever before and all the leaves are off the trees - this is the first time this magnificent scene has been fully revealed to me - it’s like a completely new trail! And as happens often in magical places like these, I am humbled and amazed by the sheer beauty of nature.

The theme of this hike as remembered later will definitely be water. Not the lakes and streams I will pass but the water that is coursing everywhere, even trickling and babbling from the most unlikely of spots, like high up on the cliff sides after 24 straight hours of rain. In places, even the trail itself has become a creek. Today’s challenge will be to avoid stepping in water above the tops of my waterproof boots – not an easy task with the thick mat of last night’s leaf blowdown hiding puddles and hollows like hidden trap doors.

The rain may have stopped overnight but the wind is still blowing impressively. Each gust starts as a far-off roar, sounding similar to a distant waterfall, but with the difference being that the din gets closer and closer until you are suddenly awash in it, hair blowing back, wet leaves slapping you in the face and cold wind finding its way into every nook and cranny in your ‘windproof’ clothing. Nevertheless, I barely notice the frigid gusts, I am just so thrilled to be on this trail with its whole new look and feel - there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now!

Soon I am fully soaked from head to toe (I did manage to find a couple of those hidden puddles that were deeper than my boots are tall and the soggy vegetation and wind took care of the rest.) I slosh to the brink of what I have dubbed Acid Chasm on previous trips. A stream running from higher elevation Acid Lake to Lumsden Lake below has cut a steep slot through solid rock like it would have taken pure acid to do it. But given time, just regular ol' H20 can cut though anything, and time is something it’s had plenty of to do its work here.

Several waterfalls drop the water down the chasm to the lake below. Full time waterfalls are rare in this hardpan landscape; water runs off so fast in steeper places that waterfalls dry up quickly and where the terrain is more gentle, water has had eons to smooth rock faces making flumes or gentle rapids more likely than waterfalls.

Easing my self carefully down the slippery smooth sides into the chasm, I reach bottom where I am able to admire these elegant waterfalls at eye level. In addition to the cascades, there are strikingly colorful lichens coating the rocks. Nowhere else have I ever seen lichens so brightly-hued, I call this special area the Killarney Painted Rocks. There is no shortage of lichens here in Killarney, it’s a hardy form of vegetation that can endure extremes of cold and drought, but here in this chasm they have taken on beautiful colors, perhaps due to the consistent presence of moisture. Do you know what a lichen is? It’s a fungus and an alga that have taken a ‘lichen’ to each other.

Part Seven soon!