While at Whistler over Christmas, we spent most of our time skiing. But we had to have one day off to rest our weary bodies, and so we decided to go for a walk. We saw a little yellow sign in Whistler Village that pointed towards ‘Lost Lake Park’ and were intrigued. Where was the Lost Lake? What would we find there?
So we crunched across the snowy ground, following the little yellow signs. Crossing over Fitzsimmons Creek on a covered bridge brought back memories of our summer road trip in New Hampshire and the covered bridges there. Ten minutes later we found ourselves at the cross-country skiing base for the Lost Lake area. Fortunately it was too early in the season for cross-country skiing, as Lost Lake Park is closed to hikers once the skiers are there.
We headed up the snowy and sometimes slippery path towards Lost Lake. It was freezing and our faces were red from the cold wind. We wondered if we should just turn around and return to the warmth of our apartment where we could sit in front of the fireplace with a hot chocolate. But we continued on and eventually reached our destination.
Lost Lake seemed a funny colour from afar, and it was only when we got closer that we discovered that it was completely frozen over! And this is not a small lake – it’s at least a couple of hundred metres across. We’d never seen a frozen lake that big before (we come from a temperate country, alright?) so it was pretty exciting!
People were walking out onto the lake and we decided to follow them. We got a bit scared when the ice started cracking under our feet but we were reassured by some other hardy souls that it was just a thin layer on top of much thicker ice underneath. Phew! You would not want to fall through into the frigid depths below.
The late afternoon light was soft and beautiful for photography so we stayed as long as our bare fingers could stand being out of our pockets, and then we made a loop around the lake and headed back to Whistler Village. The walk back through the forest was hushed except for the crunching of our boots on the crispy snow.
The short walk to Lost Lake was a lovely little escape from the busy village and we were so glad that we followed our noses and explored the area. You never know what you may find when going for a wander!