Mount
Mountain height:
2,700 m (8,956 ft)
Elevation gain: approx. 1,000 m (we came up about 200 vertical metres short)
Roundtrip time:
Scrambling with Mark.
The
book Rocky Mountains of Canada South
promises that
Gaining
the north ridge was a relatively easy proposition, although a little longer than
I thought it would be. At first the constantly changing weather (dense clouds
forming around us and then rapidly rising) was quite entertaining, however, as
we gained altitude and the cloud cover became more dense, we became more
frustrated. The view on a clear day would have been terrific.
Upon
reaching the north end of the ridge, we started heading south. The ridgewalk was
a very enjoyable and pleasant one, albeit quite long. Soon the ridge narrowed
and we felt it necessary to rope up. For a couple of short sections we straddled
the ridge, inching our way across (very similar to the ridge on Lady MacDonald).
After
several false summits, we arrived at a small plateau where we took a break and a
good look at the upcoming section. Here, the ridge looked to be dangerously
exposed on both sides and I’ll have to admit, it sent more than one shiver up my
spine! Unfortunately, view of the route was not the only thing to give us
shivers. All of a sudden, Mark’s ice axe started to make a buzzing sound from
electrical activity in the surrounding clouds! Anyone who has experienced this,
high up on a mountain, knows that it is a most unnerving sound! There’s
nothing like believing you are about to be shish-kabobed by a blot of lightning
to get the adrenaline flowing. Immediately we turned around and started back
down the ridge – as fast as we could go on our butts. Every time Mark stood up
the buzzing got worse and when he was close to the ground (of what little ground
there was on that narrow ridge!) it would stop. To make matters worse it started
to rain and the rock became increasingly slippery as we descended. Thankfully,
we made it to a safer spot where we could stand up and descend much faster. The
buzzing stopped soon after. Oddly, I didn’t have a problem with my axe. I
don’t know if this was because his was aluminum and mine was made out of
steel.
When
we had lost a fair amount of elevation, we took an extended break to see if the
clouds might clear. There was no clearing and the conditions actually worsened
and so we had no choice but to call it a day. By the time we made it back to the
car, the entire ridge and summit were shrouded in thick clouds. Had we continued
to the summit, not only could we have been fried by lightning, but the view
would have been lousy!
Out of the trees, looking up the highpoint, which marks the north end of the long ridge
Ascending fairly steep terrain, enroute to the north ridge
At the north end of the ridge, starting the long traverse
The ridge narrows and the clouds roll in
As far as we got; we waited for a break in the clouds and the weather, however, conditions worsened considerably, and when Mark's ice axe started buzzing, we made a very hasty retreat
More of the narrow ridge
The hasty retreat; the terrain here is quite exposed and a slip would be very bad
Out of the woods and onto easier terrain
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