I haven’t spent enough time on mountain peaks this year. Sure I have been getting out every weekend but it has been mostly to the West Bragg Creek Trails.
I needed to clear my head so I headed to Pigeon Mountain. It was just wanted I needed after feeling a little out of sorts lately. Mountains are therapy, as they say.
I didn’t see many people on the trail until I turned around. I met a runner who is also doing Sinister 7 in a few weeks. Update: It was my new friend Katie and we have spent several kilometres together over the next year.
This mountain was named Pic de Pigeons in 1858 by Eugene Bourgeau, the French-born botanist while on the Palliser expedition, for flocks of pigeons seen near the mountain (Wikipedia).
It was a gorgeous day with very little wind. I could have spent hours on the top just looking out across the valley.
There was just a little snow left on the mountain.
It was a great day to get out and enjoy the fresh mountain air on an old favourite trail.
I highly recommend Pigeon Mountain on those days you feel like a good grind to the summit then hammer it down on the downhill.