Mount Chester. This is the peak that Anthony Hopkins points to in “The Edge” when his makeshift compass points south.
Now that we have that cleared away, I’ll continue with the usual dry talk about what happened on our scramble along with the usual technical babble on how to get there.
You’ve got to get you’s to Chester Lake parking first. Then march it up to the lake, almost, and make for the obvious col to the west of the peak. This entails crossing a field and then climbing up scree for about 1500 feet. Once at the col the terrain gets more interesting.
Kane mentions in his book that this is one of his favorites. I think it’s OK, OK?
When on top of the mountain please discourage idiotic kids from dislodging rocks down the east face, you never know when someone has decided to trudge up a few thousand feet of loose treadmill scree.
After all the views have been absorbed, march yourself back down the mountain.
Comedy has to be done en clair. You can’t blunt the edge of wit or the point of satire with obscurity. Try to imagine a famous witty saying that is not immediately clear.
1894-1961, American Humorist, Illustrator