|Enjoying the views on the mostly flat approach|
|This juvenile ptarmigan posed for us while we rested|
|Cool yellow paintbrushes near Lake Magog|
We stumbled into the hut and I got to work melting water and getting our dinner going while Dad chilled out. He only balked slightly at my announcement we were going to wake at 5AM for our summit bid on the North Ridge of Assiniboine the next morning.
|The Hind Hut|
|Perfect morning light on the mountain before our climb|
|Starting out with beautiful light|
|On the way up!|
|Chillin on top|
|We climbed this thing!|
|This Hoary Marmot stopped to say hi when my Dad whistled at him|
When my Dad's VW van finally came into view in the parking lot, he opened the door and pulled an ice cold 6 pack from fridge and cracked one for each of us. We clinked cans and took long swigs and congratulated each other on a great adventure. I have been so lucky to travel all over the world to climb and go on exotic adventures from Italy to Greenland. I've ridden in helicopters to get to remote regions that cost many thousands of dollars and weeks of preparation to visit. But this trip with my Dad required only one day of perfect weather, two pairs of legs that were willing to go the distance, and a Westfalia fridge full of cold ones to celebrate a successful mission. And it was the best climb of my summer so far.
|NOTHING tastes better than this|