Mount Nestor

 Posted by on July 24, 1997  Kananaskis Provincial Park  Add comments
Jul 241997
 

The Spray Reservoir and Mount Nestor

The Spray Reservoir and Mount Nestor

This is the last of the original 50 peaks in my list that I am writing about.

Is this because the peak is unworthy? The peak is loose or does not please me? The peak was a grunt or I got hurt?

Yes
No.

To begin with, I, as is usual for times of late, was not alone on this particular occasion. An old friend…. or two………… were along for the trip.

We started out on a sunny day after driving across the Spray Dam (no longer possible). After driving down the side of the Spray Reservoir for some time, past hippy settlements (that’s why they closed it, people having too much fun… off to BC with ya… ya weirdos!) we arrived at the trailhead.

 L=Ledge G=Gully

L=Ledge G=Gully; blurry stretched image courtesy of Tim ha ha

I call it a trailhead because I thought it was difficult, relatively difficult going for a trail that is. After bumping into a lone fellow, we stopped and chatted with the individual for a moment. I used the C word (climb) when talking with him; I was quickly corrected.

Mount Nestor The peak is under the bolt of lightning. Map courtesy of her majesty the Queen of England

Mount Nestor; The peak is under the yellow bolt of lightning – upper right. Map courtesy of her majesty the Queen of England

“This is a WALK UP Blah Blah Blah” he grumbled.

Oopps… sorry mister mountain God. I don’t want to incur your Wrath of Clan. Gee I’ll just shut my idiotic trap.

SOOOORRRRYYYY!!!!!

It wasn’t the last time I ran across a cranky grouch on a Mountain. But almost the last.

Hummmm?

Sounds like someone I know!

After loosing the grouch we dragged our knuckles up the slope that got more and more slab-ish as we proceed. After a while, the slope came to a small bench where there was a view of what remained of the route. At this point it was decided to only partially cross a gully and go up the center of it. We eventually ended going down on a ridge that would have seen us crossing the gully entirely and going further over to the north on the accent.

Although this ridge would have been easier it was OK in the gully.

The false summit had some exposed scrambling to gain the main summit. Once there we noticed a party of rock climbers coming up the popular east ridge of Mt. Nestor.

I took summit photos and talked with an Asian Canadian who told us that he had done a number of these “scrambles”.

He was alone.

On the way down, he quickly out distanced us and disappeared down the slope.

We never saw the grouchy guy.

When at the bottom, my legs were starting to hyper extend backward at the knee. My thigh muscles were blown.

So concludes my Mount Nestor page, I hope you enjoyed reading about this pile of rocks; you should go there some time. It’s charming.


E
arly in life, I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasions to change.

Frank Lloyd Wright
1869-1959, American Architect