Emerging from the trees onto the start of the alpine meadow.
A view of Mt. Athabasca, Mt. Andromeda, and the Athabasca Glacier.
Traversing across the South East face, just below the ridge.
Anita demos some of her mad scrambling skills as we search for a route up to the ridge.
Making my way over for a better view of the Athabasca Glacier.
As we prepare to descend, Anita argues with me over the steepness of the meadow and how it was 'straight up' compared to gaining the ridge of the mountain itself (she struggled mightily in the meadow, yet powered up the scree of the mountain with no issues). So when we get down back into the meadow, and she realizes it was pretty much a nice walk through rolling hills, she says "Now I'm ashamed of myself." How often does YOUR wife willingly admit to being wrong? I'm a lucky dude.