Our Skrastins group merrily met in front of the bus and started off for Troll Falls. The cool, shade refreshed our minds and bodies. Obeying the sign that clearly pointed out the path to Troll Falls, we found ourselves on a road and heading towards another sign that said This is not the way to Troll Falls. Nothing could spoil our good humour as we eventually found the right path.
With the recent rains and glacier melt, the Falls crashed down their rock face with almost deafening force, but the spray was on what was a hot day. Eager for more, we took the relatively new path steeply up to the Upper Falls. There the water poured over large step stones, creating a of pulsing white water. Leader Myron had seen a nearby perfect place for lunch, furnished with large rocks and a good view of the cascades.
Increasing numbers of families and couples were passing us as they climbed up and we climbed down – really, the baby in a full carriage made us realize it is never too soon to learn to hike! Unfortunately, the plethora of on the way down sowed
Unsatisfied, and with an hour to fill, we set off beside the roaring Ribbon Creek, pale blue with melted snow and ice. More flowers popped out their heads in this slightly cooler climate. Even so, two of us decided to retreat and soak our feet in the painfully cold, marvelous water.
