Mount Glasgow, Mount Cornwall, Outlaw Peak, and Banded Peak form an outstanding tetrad of mountains only one hour from Calgary. Most Calgarians are oblivious to the fantastic adventure that is available to them, literally at their doorstep.
Our party consisted of Officer Rob Davidson of the Calgary Police Service, me and Henry. We started a little late, at around 2:30 PM and so planned to go as far as possible that afternoon. We made it about 1000 meters up the side of Mount Glasgow. Rob was not liking it. We later found out why. He had a 25 lb bag of water in his pack!
That night we enjoyed a dinner of noodles prepared by Rob. The boiled water was discarded. Hummm.
That night July 15/2000 was the night of the Pine Lake tornado tragedy. We were aware of bad weather around us but had no idea of the magnitude of events unfolding to the north east. I could see thunder clouds from the comfort of my bivouac. Occasionally the clouds would part to reveal a bright moon, then move back in and engulf the mountain.
The next morning we didn’t get up until the weather parted, about 10:00 AM. On our way up Mount Glasgow, we talked with some crazy who had spent the night only feet from the summit folded away in a tarp. Hummm again!
After we were finished with Glasgow, it was off to Mount Cornwall. There is a bit of scrambling near the summit of Mount Glasgow, we cleared that, then crossed a huge basin to get near Cornwall for a late lunch break and the trots.
The summit of Cornwall passed by easily, then a windy broad ridge was traversed to get to Outlaw Peak. This has a rock band or two to climb or pass on the side, as you prefer. The views from the summit of Outlaw are great.
Then of course we continued on, with the idea bagging Banded Peak, but by the time we made it to the Outlaw Banded col, Rob’s feet were hamburger. Now we have unfinished business to attend to.
I should have been a vegetarian that day.
Some other day I suppose.
Athletes have studied how to leap and how to survive the leap some of the time and return to the ground. They don’t always do it well. But they are our philosophers of actual moments and the body and soul in them, and of our maneuvers in our emergencies and longings.