Introduction: I was going to write about the importance of trip reports in the time of the Covid, to show that the Club is still doing stuff besides BBQ’s and trail running, but I feel that I’ve said all that before. To see why we are trying to do this, see https://www.ubc-voc.com/2021/06/08/brandywine-brew-trail-june-5-6.
Experimental: Like a lab report. Names have been changed because we aren’t sure that trying to rejuvenate a twenty-year old trail is even legal without a permit. I showed up promptly at “S’s” residence at 6:30 and she came down to the Jeep at 6:45, saying that she had set three alarms but that was obviously not enough alarms. We proceeded to pick up “H” and drove almost to the Burrard Bridge when he announced that he had left his boots at home and was just wearing slippers. We were pretty sure that slippers would not work so we headed back to his house for the boots. Nothing else interesting happened and we were at the parking spot at 9:10. Already it was very hot and I had to choose to wear long pants or shorts. Now shorts aren’t always ideal when going through scratchy brush with mosquitoes, but they were the right choice. We marched up the trail from the Jeep admiring the quality of trail we had built three weeks ago and how fast the stuff had grown in the last three weeks. Soon we got to the end of the rejuvenated trail and started work. The rest of the day was mostly looking for streams to cool off in, and crashing through the heavy bush trying to guess where to clear, where the old road used to be. In my opinion the loppers seemed to be the best tools but we also had a battery powered sabre saw. Anything under three cm diameter was speedily dispatched with the loppers. The sabre saw worked OK for the bigger stuff but didn’t cut the small stuff; it just vibrated the branches without cutting them. From time to time we would look at our various phones and electronic devices to see if we were really on the old road. At one stage we were cutting three separate trails as we had different opinions about where the road used to be. Around 5:30pm I decided if I didn’t go back to the Jeep now the others would have to carry me, so they let me go. Back at the Jeep the crew decided that they did not want to do a “fast and light” to the hut the next day. We drove around the “Trailer Park” a bit, looking for hints about getting to Brew from there but it was a waste of time as we hadn’t planned it and we were mostly lost. As evening approached with promise of tolerable temperatures we drove to the place where the old Roe Creek bridge used to be. Roe Creek is definitely not wade-able just now but somebody has done a fine job of installing a cable crossing. There we found legendary VOC member Jeff Mottershed who was measuring the width of the river using some sort of magic device. It got dark. “S” drove us home.
Conclusions: My GPS suggests that we cleared about 400m of trail, but we didn’t do a very good job and we even lost the trail we had just cleared on the way back to the Jeep. That’s about 100m per person per day. At that rate there will be snow on the ground before we get to the hut. This won’t solve immediate access problems or provide a reasonable exit for the Alcoholic Traverse. We spent about $50 of the Club’s money on gas and the Club has better things to do with their money, like cut firewood for our accessible hut (Phelix). Most people will be happy to do work on a project which seems useful and successful, but this one is neither of these.
Morbid thought: Last time I went up to Brandywine Meadows, we searched for the snowmobilers cabin where Carla and the kids and I spent a night long ago, but there was only ashes and charred wood. As we drove past the genuine old log cabin , see
On the way to Roe Creek bridge, we saw only ashes and charred wood. I don’t think these were accidents. Somebody doesn’t like huts/cabins?