Lake O'Hara is a remote lake in Yoho National Park at approximately 6700 feet. Access to the lake is only by bus or by
walking eleven kilometers to the lake. There is a lodge which is very hard to book as well as two huts and a campground.
Even though the bus route commences only eleven kilometers from Lake Louise, one would never know it is anywhere near
that major tourist spot as access is limited to the lodge bus and a school bus operated by Parks Canada four times a day.
At Lake O'Hara, we stayed at the lodge for two nights and three days (in a cabin on the lake) and hiked on our own
although we had several nice encounters with our Mountaineer friends. Our first day, the snow and rain continued so we
used our umbrellas to keep our cameras dry.
Most of the larches on the trails above Lake O'Hara were golden. Larches are conifers. Although a conifer, the Larch is
also a deciduous tree - losing its needles every year in the fall. The larches grow at the very top of the tree line.
Below, Jackie hiking on our first day at Lake O'Hara.
On our second day, we knew it was going to be good. This was the view from our front porch as the sun hit the top of a
And this was the same view an hour later after breakfast.
There are no larch trees at Lake O'hara, but within an hour we were up the East Opabin trail into the alpine and were
among the larch trees. There are lots of rocks here, and most of the time there was no need to walk in the mud as the trail
was made from rocks.
This was the view of Lake O'Hara from the Opabin Trail. Jackie would not sit by me on the ledge to enjoy the view. Lake
O'Hara is the lake on the right. Our cabin was at the far end on the left. No matter what direction you look, you will see high
mountains. Hiker traffic on the trail was moderate.
This was photo assistant using her new Cotton Carrier to hold her camera.
Bear Grass (called Hippie Stick in Canada).
Most of the hikes were only two miles each way, but they seemed much longer because of the steepness and all the rocks.
Below, Jackie making her way up one of many huge rock slides we crossed.
On our last day, the gloom returned,
but we still had a great time.
Right, a ptarmigan in the process of
going from its dark summer colors to a
white winter coat of feathers. Note the
feathers on its feet.
Below, a Pika eating from its garden.