After a celebratory night on the piss we drove from Edmonton to Banff. During the drive I was amazed to realize the purple smudge on the horizon (reminiscent of thunder clouds) grew and grew to become an impressive fortress of rock.
At the camp ground, we learned you cannot simply camp where you please (like down-under) but must do so in an allocated spot - how bizarre. I felt sorry for the guys ensconced in their huge motor homes, so insulated from and oblivious to the beauty around them.
I examined the topo map that night, however my minds eye could not convert the topo lines into the awesome reality that awaited. That night i was convinced there would be hungry bears awaiting me when i emerged from the tent for a piss. Fortunately the bears proved to be as elusive as funnel-web spiders and stonefish (these creatures are as deadly as a grizzly, however their pelts won't make you a nice rug).
We got up super early the next morning and headed off from the carpark armed with 2 ropes, a full rack, helmets a topo map, and a few photos of Mt Louis meticulously cut from the guide book. We wandered for several hours along animal tracks and across avalanche slopes, enjoying the peaceful morning solitude, seeking a peak that matched our black and white photographs.
My first thought on recognising Mt Louis was that there was no f***ing way i was going to climb it. Coming from a continent where the most impressive peaks are found at secret surf spots, my... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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