Hanneke and I always look forward to the days that we get together in the hills. This one was a double bonus because we shipped the kids off on Friday night and attended a Christmas party! As you can see it was a very nice morning.
Rawson Lake is the perfect half day hike localed in Peter Lougheed Provincial Park near the Upper Kananaskis Lake - or whole day if you have little ones or want to explore the terrain around the lake.
Sean and I left Calgary around 8am for a late start up Mt. Rae on a sunny July Saturday morning. Originally we were going to climb Mt. Chester but since that entailed a very dusty ride down the Spray Lakes road and I had just hand-washed the beast I decided to use a shallow excuse to climb a mountain that has piqued my interest for a while already.
Not much to say here! This is a good hike to take the family on - including the family dog! ;-) It's only 700 meters of height gain and you can probably go up any time of the year. Hey! I'm not fussy, I take the hard peaks so I guess I'll take this one too. It was a good 3 hours on my own on a beautiful day. Hard to complain about that.
For the first half of the traverse between Tyrwhitt and Pocaterra we lost a LOT of elevation (about 200m each way). We pretty much went back down to the level of Grizzly Col before re-ascending to Pocaterra.
Mount Allan is probably one of the closest you can get to a scramble and still call it a hike! I've done this one twice now - and loved it both times. Awesome views and a two-summit day make this one very highly recommended. On the way up Mount Allan you summit Olympic Summit, which is kind of a fail since it's only a minor bump. Oh well. I'll take easy summits any time I can! :)
On my last week off in the first week of October I decided to try a scramble in the fresh snow that the front ranges got. I don't have a lot of Kananaskis front range peaks left to do so I looked in Andrew's book for ideas. I settled on the last part of the "big traverse" that I had left - Old Baldy Mountain (GR356417 or McDougall NW2) and Mount McDougall.
It's kind of weird. After a scramble when I think back to it, I only have fragments. I think it might be because of the effort expended or maybe the adrenaline prevents a smooth cognitive flow. Whatever it is - what follows resembles a poem but is really the way I remember the Mt. Nestor scramble.