Friday Postcards from Lost Lake Whistler
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One hour, the concierge at the Fairmont Chateau Whistler told me when I asked how long the hike to Lost Lake and back would take. We had all morning. I figured why not give it a go.
As we walked across the street to look for the trail we realized the trail was paved. My husband ran back to the hotel to grab our stroller. We didn’t have a baby hiking backpack, so we had to make due with what was available.
Meanwhile the boys and I kept walking down the path looking for the trailhead. Ty, who is almost two and a half, kept asking to be held (thus the run to grab the stroller). I knew I couldn’t carry him for an hour so I tried to distract him and his five-year-old brother Dek with tree gazing, plants and moss. Finally my husband caught up with us. By this point the path was not paved. It was gravel. Have you ever tried to push a cheap umbrella stroller on gravel? It’s not easy.
After much pushing plus Dek whining that he had to walk and why wouldn’t we carry him, we made it to the lake. We decided to walk around the lake (it wasn’t large) and end at the beach so the boys could throw some rocks. The hike was slow going. Heaven forbid we make the kids get some fresh air. You would have thought we were torturing them every few feet. Now and then we were able to distract them with the stunning views or we would take one of the handy nature trails down to the waters edge. Some were steeper than others, but one had a dock jutting out from the shore that we could walk on to look for fish. There were also rocks on the little beach, which is always a bonus for my boys.
Finally, finally we made it to the beach. There were no rocks. I had a few left in my pocket Ty had given me during our walk. The boys didn’t seem to mind. They had found two duck friends. Apparently humans often feed these ducks because they swam right up to the boys and looked expectantly at their hands.
By this point it was close to naptime and we still had to walk back to the hotel. More whining ensued because we had to leave, we wouldn’t carry Dek and everyone was tired and hungry (mom forgot to pack snacks. Parenting fail!).
Two and a half hours later we arrived back at our hotel. I know the concierge was giving us his best estimate and I in no way blame him. How could he know our kids would drag their feet the whole way? I certainly didn’t think so. I learned an important lesson during that hike. My kids need to get out into nature more and we definitely need to go on more hikes. Although if I’m honest, I vividly remember my parents taking us hiking as kids and whining a lot of the way and wanting to be carried. Maybe hiking is just a right of passage so you can enjoy it when you are older. We may never know.
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