![]() ![]() ![]() I figured that since Ben didn’t have the Gem Trek map, he might not even know the left branch so I correctly guessed the right trail. According to my map, the left branch goes toward Patricia Lake which would bring us much closer to my car, while the right branch is wider and goes into Jasper. Once hitting the lower end of Cabin Lake, I didn’t see Ben which really worried me since there’s an important intersection. It was obviously very hot but I’d rather not getting 50 mosquito bites. ![]() Oh by the way, I’d already put my jacket and hood on, sprayed a ton of bug repellent. One reason was, I’d lost both of my partners, and the other reason was the mosquitoes. Oh well, so I slowed down and went on my own pace, since I figured there was no way I could catch up.Īt the Cabin Lake, it was almost sunset time, but I didn’t have the mood to enjoy the scenery. Another 20 minutes or so a cyclist came up telling me Ben was halfway down at Cabin Lake. Oh god, I still had 5.5km to go to reach Cabin Lake. The trail went on forever and after eternity I came to a trailmap sign. But at least, I’d already found the trail. Now there were a couple fierce blisters developing on my right feet and I couldn’t go as fast, and I soon lost Ben, and from here on, all three of us went down on our own. At this point we couldn’t do anything more so we turned back. We went back along the trail hoping to find Eric for another kilometer or two, but we failed. But thankfully it didn’t take us too long to finally find the correct Saturday Night Lake Trail. We soon found a faint trail and followed it for quite a while, but it eventually disappeared. It was now that we completely lost Eric’s sound. There was a hill ahead of us, but we kept traversing left following the creek around the hill. We should have stopped and regrouped together, but for some reason that I think was the mosquitoes, Ben and I kept going left and we would soon hit a stream. Ben, with his GPS, made the call of cutting left. We yelled to each other making sure nobody got lost. It was now that once we stopped for 5 seconds, there would be 50 mosquitoes bugging around. The bush went smoothly initially but after the terrain leveled out we started to encounter deadfalls, and, the most miserable, the mosquitoes. Ben set up a blistering pace down the bush and I felt very hard to catch him up, but I still could. At now it had already passed the 16 hour mark of our insanely long day, and we still had a ton of bushwhack plus another 11km or so deproach trail to go… Oh well, what we could do was just keeping one feet ahead of the other. ![]()
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