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On the second try though we somehow managed an early start. I remember on the way down, we had to use flashlights when the trees were reached. I seem to also recall that it was over 10 hours on the mountain and just before the start of winter; the daylight is short.
On the way up, the gales were so strong I could literally lean back till my body was perpendicular to the slope of the dragons back. The wind up this smooth featureless slope can really whip. It also created a sort of tunnel vision. The snow flakes going strait by my head had less relative motion in my field of view than the flakes further out. This made the view up the slope look like a tunnel. I enjoyed that! The final ridge was gained late in the afternoon, and the small rock shelter there was covered with rime ice looking like feathers.
Then Tom shimmied across the sharply crested ridge. One spot has nothing for your feet so you just pull yourself along. After that it's a short walk to the summit.
After about 13 years the events of that day are still with me. See what a fantastic, active thing scrambling is? You get Technicolor™ memories to talk with old friends about, and hopefully have a few chuckles.
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CanadasMountains.com + Tim L. Helmer
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e do not remember days, we
remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have
forgotten.
t is said that God gave us memory
so we could have roses in winter. But it is also true that without
memory we could not have self in any season. The more memories you
have, the more you have. That is why, as Swift said, ''No wise man
ever wished to be younger.''
ou are told a lot about your
education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since
childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries
many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of
his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts,
it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
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