Tuesday July 8 2003
This Tuesday afternoon I was moody and the weather was trying to chase the clouds away poorly so I went for the Tower of Babel. It’s only 450 meters vertical and took me 56 minutes to get up from the Consolation Lakes trailhead.
The summit was sunny but the clouds were building over the Lake Louise group and then I could here the rumbling of thunder.
11:06 July 8/2003
I’m at the top of the Tower of Babel. I just finished my photo shoot and can hear thunder in the distance. Got to eat quick and get down before I get drenched. The gully would be miserable in rain. Besides, the few mosquitoes that are here bug me.
More thunder, it must be only 20 minutes away, got to fly
I had about 15 minutes on the summit then the thunder got louder. I gauged that I had 20 minutes. I re-started my chronometer and started down. By the time I got back to the trail head it was starting to rain and the chronometer said 1:28.
The trail to the chute is reached only after a short 5 minutes walk along the Consolation Lakes trail and the route going up is easy.
Alan Kane’s book Scrambling in the Canadian Rockies suggests that you follow underneath the wall on the left of the gully. I found that the going was easier on the right and it was more well traveled. It may be more exposed to tumbling rocks from above but only slightly. There are numerous ledges and bluffs that one could take refuge behind. I didn’t feel that exposed to rock fall. The rocks would not fall but tumble at you so if you are aware you would be able to hear and see them coming.
Near the top of the gully you can see a lone Larch tree standing at the top. When you reach that tree it’s only a short hike to the flat and large summit area. A rock bench awaits you.
I had the summit to myself.
I recommend this one. I likes it. Short and sweet.
On the way back out on the Moraine Lake road I stopped to take a picture. Looking back at the Tower of Babel the mountain and it’s larger namesake were enshrouded in cloud and rain. My watch said 12:06, only an hour before I had been on the summit scribbling out my thoughts on a scrap of paper from the summit register.
On the way back to Calgary my car failed. I think it was a connecting rod. The RCMP were kind enough to tow it to Cochrane for me at low low cost of only $216.14 and a daily cost of $20.00 storage.
It were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower — and this is the burthen of the curse of Babel.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822, British Poet