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.
On Saturday, July 21 2012 I decided to take the family on a nice hike. The weather forecast was calling for sun and warmth until the day before when it changed to clouds in the morning and sun in the afternoon. We decided to take the chance and go anyway.
East End of Rundle was a fun scramble. We were in a bit of a hurry because once again the weather was against us.