With the summer’s snow melt, we kept hearing Alberta Falls was the place to see. And, even though we hadn’t been hiking in a while, I decided we should just go ahead and push ourselves a little further and do the 8 miles round trip up to Sky Pond after hiking to Alberta Falls & The Loch (because I’m a little crazy and over-excitable at times). So, we headed out on our spontaneous adventure…
Note: Rocky Mountain National Park is super packed on beautiful weekend days. I’d suggest getting there as early as possible if you want to find parking near a specific trail. Luckily, they do have a free shuttle bus. This is a great option if parking at the trail isn’t an option. (And since we got there around 9:30, it was not). However, there can also be a wait to get on the bus (as we experienced). And if the bus parking lot fills up you are pretty much screwed and have to just drive around until you luck out and find an open spot.
After giving up on finding a spot close to the trail, we took the bus to the Glacier Gorge trailhead. After a nice uphill stroll, we started to see parts of Alberta Falls! There is a beautiful, open area where the waters are a bit calmer that would be perfect to sit and have a picnic or read a book. There was a lot of shade and the sound of the water puts you instantly at ease.
A little further along the trail is the upper part of the falls – a truly breathtaking area. Feeling the mist from the water hit your face was a welcome cool-down from the summer heat.
Once we had satisfied all of our picture-taking needs at the falls, we headed toward The Loch. This beautiful mountain lake happens to be on the way to Sky Pond. But, it is a destination in and of itself. We endured another uphill climb through wooded areas and along some switchbacks before seeing another mountain-side waterfall that was definitely worth stopping to admire.
Not much further along the trail we hit some snow. Yes, summer snow. Welcome to Colorado. After climbing up a snowy hill we saw the sign for The Loch in front of a beautiful alpine lake surrounded by trees and rocks. I have never seen a more beautiful site. I wish I could have just lived there for a few days to take it all in.
The water was cold, but definitely worth taking off my shoes to put my feet in. It was so clear you could see all of the fish swimming around just under the surface. A lot of people were fishing in the lake – a must do next time!
After a little picnic in the shade of the trees along the lake, we headed up to Sky Pond. The trails along the way were really fun – rocks and logs and wooden pathways over streams, not to mention more snow!
After hiking about another mile from The Loch, we finally could see Timberline Falls in the distance. All we had to do was traverse the snowy mountainside ahead of us. Dammit. I really love snow when I’m prepared for it. But this was not one of those times.
After 10 minutes of walking my foot sank a couple feet into a hidden stream that was under the snow and my feet were soaked. Shortly after, I tried to crouch down on the side of the mountain while I waited for others to pass by. Suddenly, I slid a few feet down the mountain and had my life flash before my eyes.
After about 45 minutes of hiking about 1/4 of a mile in ankle deep snow, we finally reached Timberline Falls and the amazing views below it.
I would like to preface this next part by saying scrambling can look a lot like climbing if you are a novice. And it is a pretty scary concept for those of us who aren’t lovers of high up, fall-to-your-death kind of places. So, when we finally reached the rocks next to the waterfall that we were supposed to “scramble”/climb up, my dear hubby finally made the decision to turn back.
For the record, I would have totally done it. I may have died doing it, but I would have tried. So, thank God for realistic people like my husband in my life. With soaked shoes that had little grip and exhausted, shaking legs it was definitely a recipe for disaster to try to climb up wet (and probably icy) rocks on the side of a mountain. So… we started back down with the promise to come back further into the summer, when there should be less snow.
On the way down, some genius person had constructed slides in the snow. And, despite my fear of flying down at the speed of light and soaring off into the nothingness, we took advantage of. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and it was better than tumbling down head first after slipping…
Even though my legs felt like jello, I all but raced down the mountain to get to the hot tub that I knew awaited me at the hotel room I had reserved. We could have driven home, but after 8 hours of hiking, who wants to do that?
All in all it was a great day. We were a little upset that we didn’t make it to our destination, but were psyched to get to see so much beauty along the way and happy to have made it out of the treacherous snow field in one piece! We learned long ago that along the trails of life (real and figurative) you have to just go with the flow if you want to keep a smile on your face.