Ice Hiking in British Columbia

(Here in California, we’re into the lemonade nights of late August. A good time, I guess, to tell you the story of one of the great adventures of my life.)

This is me in 1952, on the little island steamer, Cardena, feeling quite rejected.

(I’m telling the story of how my husband and I, college seniors, went north on a small British Columbian steamship, headed for the biggest wilderness adventure of my life.)

(More about a journey made by two young college students in 1952:)

(I’ve been telling the story of the greatest wilderness journey I ever made, 64 years ago.)

(This is a 60 year old publisher’s publicity photo. Left, Laurette Stanton, right, Jim Stanton.

The Mouth of the Franklin River, at last!

Lunch on the Franklin River.

(Talking about an epic backpack trip in 1952.)

The Snout of Franklin Glacier, 1952

A very gray photo, but it's important to the tale I'm telling about our journey to the ice in British Columbia a long time ago.

Playing on the Ice.

(About a 1952 journey that I will always remember)

The Great Icefall of the Franklin

The Most Amazing Moment

(Carrying on the story of a journey into the wilderness of British Columbia many years ago.)

Remembered Forever by a Very Few

(continuing the photo story of a journey made 64 years ago.)

It’s Time to Show You Mt. Waddington Itself

(This is a photo story about a walk up the Franklin Glacier to the Waddington Massif.)

Luxury is Always Relative

(On with the story of a trip to the Waddington ice fields, in 1952)

In the Zone

(This is a photo story of a trip into the Waddington Ice Massif in 1952.)

The Last Four Days

(I’ve been telling a photo story about a journey made 64 years ago.)

I took this photo on the day when faint clouds began dot-dashing over Dauntless and Vigilant, like some sort of celestial morse code. The temperature dropped; the air felt different.