Just a few days ago, a small band of mountain pirates sailed the treacherous passage from Pine Creek to Rock Creek, plundering booty along the way. Yarrrr!
Just like regular people, pirates need food and grog! For mountain pirates, that means Bim Jeam and Pineapple GU.
Down the hatch ...
... and we're ready for some swashbuckling!
Navigating by the sparkling peaks around us, we followed a mining road into the mountains.
After some difficulty reading the treasure map, we were marooned in the wrong drainage. Always resourceful, we battened down the hatches in a giant pit in the snow to wait for morning.
|Photo: Matt McDonald|
One might not always think of pirates as expert diggers, but these are MOUNTAIN pirates.
Wrong drainage or not, we sought out booty to be plundered!
Pillaging can be exhausting business, but we made to the top of the pass and were back on course to Rock Creek.
We tried to pose for a picture to send to our mums, but tipped over like a bunch of silly landlubbers.
Harold's sleeping mat was damaged in battle, the obvious solution was to set it on fire!
Three scurvy dogs break camp for the last time! Today we sail for the mainland!
But first, our treasure map showed a big fat X next to the Bear Creek Spire.
Ahoy, Jeremy has spotted some booty!
Shiver me timbers, those are two good looking pirates.
Simul-skiing strikes fear in the hearts of landlubbers. Yo ho!
Somehow we forgot to take pictures during the long slog out through Little Lakes Basin or the long walk in ski boots down the newly-plowed Rock Creek Road. But eventually these 3 salty dogs reached their car and buried-in-the-snow treasure. Weigh anchor, we sail for Nicely's Diner and its bounty of giant milkshakes!