Before arriving at Garibaldi Provincial Park, I was quite familiar with the area. It was years ago that I first learned of the area from a photo that rolled across my tumblr feed. From the moment I saw that photograph, I knew that this Garibaldi Provincial Park was a place I must visit. Since then, I’d been researching and eagerly anticipating the day I would finally make the trek.
So when I arrived at the trailhead, I had an agenda. I knew that I wanted to photograph the unique Black Tusk mountain and Garibaldi Lake from Panorama Ridge at both sunset and sunrise as well as photograph the Black Tusk under the starry sky. The only issue was that the ridge was four miles from my campsite and the hike was not a simple, flat hike. So in order to capture the images I wanted, it would be necessary to make the difficult hike for sunset, return to my campsite in the dark, and rise extremely early to hike back up for sunrise. Now after four weeks of consistently losing sleep to sunrise and sunset shoots, this approach held little appeal. Travel fatigue had begun to set in and my body simply didn’t feel up to the task. And that is how I made the decision to spend the night up on the ridge.
As I hiked up to Panorama Ridge, I was filled with awe as the place that had occupied my imagination for years became tangible, real and far more vast than I had imagined. The dozens of images I had seen of Garibaldi Lake throughout the years seemed to only diminish the grandeur of the view when I witnessed it with my own eyes. And the Black Tusk with its jagged edges and slopes of scree seemed to defy gravity with it’s sharp, unnatural angles.