Those were the words I heard repeated over and over by my companions on a recent trip up Totem Creek. So, having been implicitly accused of leading the unwary and the unwilling into the bush during a stretched weekend when they were doomed utterly to get soaked, I thought I might just check my climbing records, records that I have been keeping with some caution and detail for over fifteen years. Since 1986 (and including this year), I have been on eleven climbing trips over the September long weekend. Of those trips, two have had one rainy or wet day; four have had 2-3 days of foul weather; and five have had tolerable or excellent weather for all three days. In other words, 36% have been dismal failures, while 64% have a passing grade (no more than one bad day); 45% have had perfect conditions. Or, to put it another way, if history provides a lesson, you've got a two out of three chance of the weather being all right on the long weekend in September, and half the time you'll have great weather. Of course, this doesn't account for the 5-6 long weekends for which I have no record: could be that it was pissing down so bad that we didn't even bother to try to go climbing, in which case one's chances of a bummer weekend are 56%. So, ok, then, it snowed, blowed, rained, and was miserably cold from August 31 to September 2, 2002 - just another case of weather roulette - couldda been strawberries, but we got lemons.
A large group (8 altogether), including a whole mess o' Ramblers, drove up to Lake Louise to sign out for our bivouac (a process that cost us a total $144! - makes you wonder about being so honest, right Joe?) and procure fresh coffee and pastries at Laggan's. Then off to Totem Creek, which... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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