The Year in Photos - Pandemic Edition

As we prepare to send off 2020 with a most deserved two finger salute, I suppose we should spend a second reflecting back on this year that has managed to feel like it took forever, while also flying by at the same time. Dumpster fire of a year that it was, overall, I can’t complain about my past 365. I managed to spend a ton of time with my favourite people while properly socially distancing on remote adventures in the wilds of the Canadian Rockies.

My mountain stats for the year include setting all new personal bests:

• 50 days spent in the mountains
• 47 peaks summited in the Rockies (22 more than my previous one year record)
• 140,699 ft of total elevation gained (50,000+ ft more than last year’s)
• 470 kms trekked, hiked, and scrambled
• 314 hours and 46 minutes total time spent bashing up peaks (18,886 minutes)
• 100th unique peak summited (cumulative) in the Rockies during the summer
• bagged my second 11,000’er in the Rockies
• saw more bears than in any previous single year

Between bouts of mountain adventures, I baked a lot of things out of sheer boredom, caught the Mumps, spent dozens of hours yelling at political news cycles on TV, threw out my back tying my shoe, drank 130 different craft beers, read 20 books, and otherwise laid around the house like a potato.

It should come as no surprise then, that my year end selection of photos features a lot of mountains, interspersed with food, beer, and incredible prairie sunsets.

Wishing you and yours all the best in 2021!!



Previous annual mosaics: 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009

Trip Report: Little Galatea, Round 2

This past Saturday's adventure was a sweaty and sweary affair, as we sought redemption on a peak we failed to summit last year due to snow. It almost became a failure again, as we encountered some steep slippery slopes that were difficult to gain any traction on, resulting in some choice words and hanger induced temper tantrums. Anita struggled in vain to make any headway, sliding back down with each step up. After finally making it to the first false summit, there maaaay have been an awkwardly entertaining moment of her muttering 'Faaack this... this is faaacking stupid' in response to Jas asking her if she was doing okay. She most definitely was NOT okay, nor having a good time. :)

Despite this, the weather was a combination of bright blue skies, beautiful low winter sun, and rare windless conditions along the ridge, so I parked Anita at the false summit, and ran up the remaining two high points to tag the actual peak. Cause I was NOT interested in doing this for a third time. The views were phenomenal, and made for some gorgeous photos, particularly as the sun was setting on our descent. Take a peek, and see if you can hear Anita swearing in some of the photos. :\

Keith blazing a trail up towards the summit, being careful to stay well back of the corniced ridge.


This is where I parked Anita, and told her "DO NOT GO ANYWHERE." Because on one side, you couldn't tell where the rock ended, and the cornice began, and on the other side, the slope was so steep that if you slid, you wouldn't be able to stop.







If you look really closely, you may be able to spot a red speck on the bump in the bottom centre of this photo. That's Anita, chilling in the sun while we pushed on for the true summit


There she is, in the middle.


Summit brew: Common Crown Brighter Days Citra Pale Ale.














As we descended, the light rapidly fell, and we were greeted by these magnificient last rays of sunset, and alpenglow.