Moving

We were built and engineered to move, use our muscles and our own power, travel from point A to point B (a long time ago solely to find a shelter or catch a food/animal).

We are still built the same, except we don't have to move that much as before. We've built all of our conveniences - indeed, we succeeded. I certainly love it that way because all of that enabled me to see the world and get to places where our ancestors couldn't. At the same time, I still wish I could travel and transport myself as people from the future, from the envisioned world of Jean Luc Picard.

However, I continued moving as people were a thousand years ago. I've been walking, as much as I could, and I've been running as much as I find it possible.

I always walked a lot, since I was a little boy. I inherited that love for walking from my father. He would take me by feet to all the Sarajevo mountains, and I also walked to my elementary school every day.

I even walked during the Sarajevo siege (well, that was the only method of transportation :)), always thinking that grenades would be falling somewhere else in the city.

I've kept walking, everywhere, even in North America, where very few walk, and where everyone drives. 

It helps me keep fit and healthy. It helps me get exposed to the sun, to the light. It helps me boost my immune system.

Moving is one of the ingredients that help me help society. Someone else can use my hospital bed and help from health professionals that I would need.

Sarajevo Cable Car

When I was little and when I lived in the city that has always been at the centre and at the end of the world at the same time, I never knew I'd be writing about it.
By default, I took my hometown for granted, as all of us do, thinking that everything lasts forever. And as it always inevitably happens - our reality becomes quite different. Everything changed and I lived now far away, and in the meantime, I've realized that I took my hometown, its landmarks and its soul for granted.

But as things change, I appreciate it now, so with every visit to Sarajevo, I immerse myself into the city.
This year visit was special for quite a few reasons, and one of them was Sarajevo Cable Car. Or "Sarajevska zičara", on the Bosnian language. It was finally rebuilt, after 26 years. I say "finally", because of my selfish desire to ride it again.
I know that its restoration has never been a real priority, and of course, money would go elsewhere - who'd need a cable car, even in the Olympic City - but it did happen, in April of this year as the cable car was rebuilt.
I rode it last time either in 1990 or 1991 - maybe I will remember when that happened. I know that we went to the lookout ("Vidikovac") to escape Sarajevo fog/smog so it could be sometime in December 1991.
The cable car was opened in 1959 and it was operational until 1992 when it was destroyed in the war.

The new, modern cabin

The old cable car cabin

Sarajevo people and their guests enjoyed it for almost 33 years, and then it took 26 years to have it up and running again.

I was quite excited to experience it again. To feel the cable car, almost to travel in time - to relive moments I lived so many times in the past.
Of course, everything was new, everything was bigger, everything was "shiny". As it didn't belong here, at least not to the world I remember - but certainly, it did belong to this new Sarajevo that has gotten rebuilt.

Perhaps the strongest feeling I had once I boarded the gondola was being contented and relieved. Despite all the forces who tried very hard to destroy it (together with the city and its people), the cable car existed again, and I knew that many Sarajevo's tormentors will be riding it as if nothing happened.
When I decided to write about this Sarajevo symbol, I thought that I'd be able to write without any reference to the Sarajevo siege, but then, it seems that such a thing is not possible.

Once on the top, where the former "Vidikovac", the vista point was located, I was looking at Sarajevo. After more than a quarter of the century I was standing there, and I was happy and sad at the same time.
I was looking at the only place I've ever called home.
I was happy to be there, on Trebević mountain, where I always belonged, I was happy that now, finally, I could show Ada how my city looks like from high above.
I was sad as I remembered the violence that the city and its people were subjected to. The flow of emotions rushed through my head and my eyes changed the colour.
People say that time passage heals everything, but I believe, in some instances that is not possible.

The city was beautiful, laying and resting in the valley. I could see the old town, "Centar", "Kosevo"....Marindvor, New Town, Little Rome, the flats on the west end, and all other mountains around the city. As I could touch it with my hands.
And I would if I could.

There were quite a few people riding the gondola, and then on the top, many of them were hiking, or just walking around Vidikovac.
That was a nice sight, the sight of hope. There were parents with kids, and that reminded me to mountain days that I spent with my mom and dad.
We walked all the way to "Brus"(a place that Sarajevo people know very well), by following the ridge and passing "Dobre Vode" mountain lodge that was still in ruins. The air was fresh, and the mountain offered its silence.

Sarajevo Gondola

I felt content.Ada was happy too, she enjoyed the gondola ride, the city views and Mt.Trebević. She said that it was the same as in Banff, except the city of Sarajevo was a real city in the mountains, not just a little mountain town.

Banff Gondola

Sarajevo gondola was bigger than Banff gondola. Not in size, not in fanciness, but in meaning.
For me, it was the best cable car in the world. In my hometown.
In Sarajevo.
The city that will always be in the centre of the world and at the end of the world at the same time.

Camp Peak

High Hopes

We were hoping to climb Birthday Peak, but somehow knew that it wouldn’t be offered. Our next choice was Double Vision peak, that only Stephane and I endorsed it when the choices were made – and Double Vision was a lost cause, as people wanted to do Wink Wink Nudge Nudge (what a great name??? !!  :)) and Camp Peak.

This meant that we would sign to climb Camp Peak.

We were going to cross lower Stockdale glacier

We renamed Birthday peak to "Not Happening Peak", and had couple of other names as well:"Not as Advertised", "Won't get there Peak"......

I was a bit reluctant to go to Camp Peak as I was a bit tired by now, and it seemed that the group who did it the day before, needed 10 hours to complete it. I didn’t want to burn myself completely.

But on the other hand, the route description was quite inviting and it seemed it had everything. Also, I knew that Stephane would go, so I didn’t have much choice  J.

Lower Stockdale glacier

It was a routine start of the day, 5:50 AM getting up, packing a gear, washroom lineup, excellent breakfast, no washing dishes for me today!  J, tea tent group meeting, and departure by 7:35 AM (I know, it was slow again....late start). This time and the only time, we descended following the creek, and the start was uneventful – but, as we were losing altitude, I knew that we would be gaining it back, and that will happen after 7, 8 hours of intensive walking, hiking, scrambling, maybe even climbing. And that was not going to be pretty  J.

Getting ready

On glaciers

We put our crampons on and roped up at the right hand side of a lower Stockdale glacier – I was in a 4 person team, with Sylvia as a lead, Kent as a second, and Rick at the end.  Perfect setup for me – as I didn’t have to do anything – no work during short roping transitions, as Kent and Rick would adjust the rope  J. Lucky me. Or lazy, should I say.

This was my first time to be on the same rope as Sylvia, and I knew I’d expect to follow the rules – but I also knew it would be quite safe – she seemed like someone who saw safety to be of the paramount importance. At first I didn’t know Rick’s abilities, and I was a bit concerned as he was a big guy (so I was thinking if he slips on a steep slope, or goes into crevasse, it would be tough to catch him, and hold him). However, Sylvia said that she climbed with him for many years and knew him and his abilities.

“I guess, I am in a good position, and it will be a walking event, all the way to the top”, I thought. “On the other hand, I don’t like to have a peak delivered to me, I want to work for it”, I also thought “But what the heck, it was the last day and I should accept this gift”.

Advancing on the lower glacier

We quickly crossed the first glacier without any problems. We had to go around big crevasses, so it added a bit of time, but there was no any danger. It was icy and we could see where we were going. There were couple of moments when we had to maintain our balance on narrow little ridges between crevasses, and to cross the crevasses by jumping over them – and that was a bit more interesting.

Once on the other side, we quickly descended to the end of the glacier, removed our crampons and headed towards the second glacier, around and above the big rocky ledge. When I was looking at it the day before from distance, it looked not passable, but it was wide enough to allow cars to go through. It was a bit rough, but still it was a highway, comparing to all scree infested rock bends in Alberta.

On the rocky ledge between glaciers

In no time we were at the toe of the second glacier. This one looked quite benign, comparing to the first one, and we were quickly advancing. I liked Sylvia’s approach and pace. She was maintaining it in a steady manner, and there were no unnecessary breaks, chit-chats – it was all about the business, and in my mind that’s how these things should be done. We passed some huge crevasses on our right and our left, and then we had to cross a snow bridge that covered another gargantuan crevasse. That was a bit more exciting, and I made sure to follow Sylvia’s and Kent’s steps. I would know in advance if anything challenging was coming, as Kent would slow down and carefully walk through the area that smelled on danger.

On the second glacier

The last part of the second glacier was steeper, but the pace was so good, that I didn’t have any difficulties. Breathing was good, muscles were good, spirits were high, only thing that irritated me was the fact that I still had to put the crampons on 2 times, on our way back. I just hate putting crampons on. It never works the way how I want it. I am quite proficient with it, but somehow, I always struggle with it. I guess I need to become more flexible.

Passing big crevasses on our left

Stephane was in a team behind us, with Morgan and Ryan. I was thinking if this was a bit more interesting for him – and later he confirmed that it was. I was taking pictures here and there, as there was no stopping.

Our path between crevasses

Again, pretty quickly we reached the col between Camp and other peak, and stopped for a 10 – 15 minute half-lunch break. I was quite hot at this moment after climbing steep slope of the glacier, but the mountains offer you a quick heat relief with strong and cold winds. That felt great.

The Summit

After a quick lunch there was only one thing to do – to get to the top. Sylvia said that if we don’t move, the summit won’t come to us by itself, so we started our scrambling ascent to the top. It was still approximately 200 vertical meters to the top, and the second half looked quite steep. Well, steep or not, this was quite an easy part. We were on the top in a no time, and all peaks on every side looked now closer and more beautiful. It was cloudy, so that part wasn’t perfect, and it was windy (so I was cold quite quickly), but then, it could’ve been much worse. Mountains have their laws and mountains can be kind to us – only if we are able to understand it.

Stephane and I took summit photos and videos in which we talked to our better halves, telling them how much we’ve missed them and wanted them to be with us on this beautiful summit.

I could imagine how my beautiful Ada would rather be in Banff, hanging out with Josephine and Luke in a jewelry store, or swimming in Banff Centre, or shopping in a Chinook mall  J.

We left the summit around 12:05 PM, and quickly reached the col, where we left all ice travel equipment on our way up. It was time now to gear up again for a glacier travel, and I knew that after this, there will be only one more time to put the crampons on  J.

During the descent, Rick was leading, and as a second I was following. He knew what he was doing, so I it was just like a walk on a Calgary waterfront. It was a quick descent, during which we didn’t walk over our ascending tracks. When we passed the snow bridge at the big crevasse, Sylvia got a closer look of it and announced that it still “had a lot of juice”, “so it might last longer”. I thought it was a good news, as the following groups, in weeks 3-5, would also attempt to climb Camp Peak.

On our way back

We removed crampons yet again, quickly passed the rock ledges, and this was where I started feeling a bit tired. As we were passing through some snowy patches, the boots would get wet, and then it was slippery on the rocks. At one moment I slid, almost feel, as Ryan stopped me of falling. He said how “now you owe me one life saving”  J. On these sharp rocks, even a little mishap could be painful, so I was quite thankful to Ryan.

Exciting moment came when we reached the first (second going back) glacier, as that meant that this was the last time on this trip to put crampons on. Yessss! I did it quickly, we short roped, and Sylvia took a lead. She chose the left hand side of the glacier (looking from the top to the bottom) to descend, as it wasn’t that broken as the middle part and right  hand side. This was quite smooth and fast – this route was better than our ascend route that went through the middle section. We quickly passed through the glacier, there was one little step that Sylvia and Kent down climbed, but I jumped over it, and Rick after me as well. “Don’t break your ankle”, Sylvia said. She was right as jumping with crampons on could be dangerous. But I felt I would be faster to jump than to down climb.

Last 100 meters, Rick took a lead, and he almost took us to one huge crevasse, so we had to go around it, instead of jumping over it, and funny enough, at the very end, when only probably, 10 meters was left to reach the rocks, he almost fell into snow hidden crevasse – great lesson learned, to be focused until the very end.

Comfort

Removing the crampons, harness and helmet felt almost as an orgasm. Well, maybe not  J. But I knew that I won’t have to do it again on this trip. It felt great. It felt great, even though we had to climb some 250 meters vertical to reach the camp. Luca took a lead, and “he tried”, as he said, when he missed the trail, so we had to descent some rocks. But, in the big picture, all of that was fun.

Camp Peak on the left

Real nature

We were back after 8.5 hrs

I didn’t rush, and I enjoyed every minute of it. This nature around me was breathtaking, and I was one of few people today who was actually here, in this part of the world. And, there were 7 billion other humans who were not here. It feels great to be part of minority group.

Kent was picking mountain goat’s poop. “It is even fresh”, Kent said. He was doing it for work purposes, as they were going to extract the goats DNA, to see and compare how far they go, as somehow they were endangered. I didn’t understand that part.

I was back to the tent around 3:50 PM, after more than 8 hours of incredible mountain experience. We even beat the other group for almost 2 hrs  J. But, they were the first to climb it, so all credit goes to them.

Our route to the Camp Peak

This was another great climb and great day.

Eyebrow Peak

Introduction

I didn’t sleep the best the first night – combination of an altitude, tent and anxiety contributed to that. We got up at 4:30 AM, quickly packed (well, everything was ready and sorted previous night), went to washroom, and then to breakfast.

It was still dark but I didn’t use my headlamp. I was able to see just enough to walk without problems.

There was a light in a dining tent, they used a little Honda electricity generator for necessary lights. I was thinking how early this was, but then, that was not too early, as kitchen staff woke up even earlier. Or what if we were starting with a real alpine start? – that would be interesting.

But still I didn't like it.

No matter how experienced you are, and no matter how eager you are to explore, there is always a resistance - your lizard brain kicks in to save you.

Eyebrow peak is located on the left hand side

There were 14 of us who chose to climb Eyebrow on the first day of our GMC. My rationale to do it at the very start was about not knowing what the weather would look like next week.

Stockdale Glacier

We quickly climbed over the moraine to the ridge and to the Stockdale glacier toe. Once there, it was time to put crampons, harness on and to rope up. As I was quite slow I ended up to be the last person on the rope, in the last rope team. Excellent! I will have all the time in the world to take pictures!

On the other hand, I was anticipating that there will be some tougher sections that I will have to do last, and that caused me a bit of concern. Another thing that I didn’t like much was that I won’t have too much time for rest, when we make an official break, as I will be arriving last.

I ended up on a rope with 2 complete strangers. Sue from Calgary was leading, and Pat from Seattle was in the middle. Sue was on the same helicopter flight with me, and she was an "assistant leader".

We started our glacier ascent at 6:36 AM

I was thinking that If she were able to setup anchors and do a rescue that was going to be enough. We don't have to get to know each other otherwise.

Hopefully she wouldn't need to demonstrate those skills.

Pat was quite more interesting, he was in the same shuttle from Radium to the helicopter staging area, and he was fun. Pat didn’t stop talking during the shuttle ride. It seemed that he knew everything and that he was everywhere.

Well, nevertheless, I was on the same rope with these 2 complete strangers. I didn’t know what they knew about ice travel, I didn’t know if they were able to help me to get out of crevasse, I didn’t know if they knew how to setup an anchor.

There were no checkups before we started walking on the glacier, ”Weird”. I thought, “Stephane and I always check each others gear before we touch a glacier."

On the other hand, it could also mean that the other two on my rope, and everyone else was quite confident in their abilities.

Who would know. I was thinking, "Let's go and let's explore. Mr.Lizard brain, you better shut up!"

The best colours are in the morning

We went through icy but flat section quickly, and this was quite uneventful. Only thing that happened was that we were going to a different peak than one that Stephane and I thought was Eyebrow yesterday (It turned out that this peak was Double Vision).

It was a slog, and almost flat with very little gained height. We passed a little col and took a break on the rocks – it seemed that from here we would lose some altitude, walk towards the end of the right hand side of the ridge, and then go around it. I wasn’t able to see Eyebrow peak as it was covered by clouds, but I knew it was there. I also knew that there will be a moment when we’ll be climbing something steep.

It always works that way.

Next section was a slog again, and it was quite boring. I kept myself entertained as I was taking pictures of our group including incredible scenery. We crossed one little crevasse (well, it was hard to say how big it was), where I almost fell down, when my ice axe went through the snow bridge. If I went through nobody wouldn’t know it, except Pat who would be pulled down too.

Slogging up the glacier

After this slog there was finally time for some excitement. The crux was in front of us. We stopped here for quite a while, as Mike, our guide, went forward to investigate the crux. Terrain was much steeper, and exposed, as beneath us, on our left side, were big crevasses. This was only on this part that I was able to see – the route went around the ridge, the rock, and that part was totally unknown to me. The broken glacier and its crevasses above it were adding excitement. This was not too bad as we were getting a nice rest.

Approaching the crux

The Crux

Mike was back, announced that we can, indeed, continue as planned. Everyone was disappearing behind the rock, and I suddenly felt lonely. I was the last person on this side of the rock. Sue was gone, Pat was gone, and then I finally crossed to “the other side”. This looked intimidating, exciting, big, overwhelming. We were going up, on a very steep, exposed section, and the route was zig zagging around huge crevasses over snow bridges. We were in a business mode. The rope was tight and we were moving quickly. I wanted to pass this area as fast as I could, as I am not sure if there could be recovery if anything happened. Crevasses were around us on all four sides, and those down the slope could eat a truck.

First part of the crux

It was a relief when we passed this section and joined others. It was time for a quick break, some food, and some rest.

I wasn't feeling tired at all, as we really didn't climb anything steep, except this last section which everyone quickly passed.

From this point we still had to cross a lot of the glacier, until we reach the rock, for the final summit push.

Weather was changing as there were more clouds, and it was becoming darker. It was darker in almost whiteout conditions. We knew at this moment that there is a big possibility that our views from the summit would be obscured by the clouds.

I was thinking how that would suck, but on the other hand there was nothing we could do to change it.

White (almost) out

We started ascending this part of the glacier, and teams in front of us all disappeared in a thick cloud/fog. Mike was leading, but I wasn't able to see him - he was too far away. I could only see Pat and Sue, and from time to time, the team in front of us.

There were huge lateral crevasses that we had to go around, so this added more ground cover, and more time to spend on the glacier. We crossed one questionable snow bridge, and I saw people jumping over it - I knew that I will have to pay attention to it.

A bit of challenge

I crossed it carefully, making a big step to the other side, and I must say that the crevasse underneath was Godzilla like. It felt good to gain steep terrain at this moment. 

We reached the rocky summit section in next 15 minutes, and that meant that we would drop all of our ice gear here, and get to the summit a bit lighter. I was quite warm and didn't need gloves, but I was thinking that I would need them on the summit.

Back to the rock

Only thing was, I couldn't find my gloves! How wonderful. I checked every possible place, but there were no gloves.I also couldn't find my spare gloves! I was lucky that it was not super cold. I thought how this was an excellent lesson learned: Know where you pack your gloves!

I reasoned that I will be quite warm once I reach the top, as this next section was quite long and steep, so I wouldn't need the gloves. I also thought that I was quite optimistic.

This was another slog on the rock. Good thing was that the rock was not too bad. It was easier to climb/scramble it than on Alberta mountains - I really didn't miss any scree here  :)

The Summit

It took us another 20-25 minutes to reach the summit, and we were finally on the top of Eyebrow mountain at 10:25 AM. It took us ~4 hrs to get to the top.

Mike congratulated to each one of us, and we sat down to eat our lunch. Olivia made an entry in the summit register, and everyone else sat down to have a meal.

I wished I had gloves, as my hands were cold now.

We reached the summit at 10:25 AM

On the summit - 11030 feet - 3362 meters

Good thing was that we didn't spend too much time on the top. We started our descent at 10:40 AM. In the meantime we took pictures of a typical whiteout. Stephane said how we could've taken our selfie at any Walmart parking lot  :)

We quickly reached our drop off site, geared up, and started walking back on the glacier. We were descending by following our ascent tracks. I was nervous about that "jumping" snow bridge, as conditions further deteriorated - it was quite white, and visibility was poor. It was warmer as well .Good thing was that we crossed it gracefully, and now we were heading to the ridge. Mike mentioned on the summit that we would choose a different route around the rocky corner. We wouldn't go around it, we would actually go over the ridge, and drop to the glacier on the other side.

Disappearing

Our ascent route was by now too dangerous, because of a high temparature who further thinned the snow bridges, and exposure.

We "only" needed to find a good place to get to the glacier from this rock (down climbable rock and easy access to the glacier - with a "gentle" bergschrund).

Our alternate descent route

Crampons were on again

We removed crampons and walked over the ridge. This gave us nice opportunity to see the mighty Stockdale glacier from different angles, so everyone was taking many glacier pictures from here.  

Different descent route

It didn't take long to find a "gate" to the glacier, and we geared up again, and started our descent.

Mike went first, cleaned up the route a bit, but still warned that the rock was quite "shitty". We descended short roped, and this part was challenging - it was not possible to see where you were going from the top, you could only hear people helping each other from below ("step here"....use your crampons"........)

Descending the rock ledge back to the glacier

Again I was a bit nervous about it - well, I was the last guy going down and nobody would belay me from the top. This meant if I mess up, I go down hard, pulling Pat and Sue. Ha! What an excitement.

I negotiated this part slowly, Pat directed me to nice holds - and everything finished in the best manner. We passed the bergschrund and we were on the glacier again.

Eyebrow was still in clouds

At this moment we started almost racing, as other teams were disappearing into whiteout. Next 40 minutes were a real race. We were walking as zombies were behind us, until Pat had it enough and demanded some rest. I did like this "move", as I was getting tired too. Prolonged walk with crampons is not the most pleasant thing in the world.

Off the glacier!

After we reached the icy part, it was just an easy walk off the glacier. We were on the rocks again, meaning that we were done, at 13:55.

Only thing that was left was to remove our gear, pack, and descent to the camp.

Our ascend route

This was an excellent start of GMC 2015!

Mt.Fortress

It took me some time to write again. I didn't have any inspiration for writing. The autumn has been very eventful, but I didn't have energy to use my pen.
I did upload the pictures you can see here a week after The Fortress and that's how it stayed until now.

This is an attempt to show our little climbing trip to The Fortress on September 28th, 2013. We decided to take Headwall lakes route to ascend and to descend over Chester Lake.
I took my tennis friend Amarinder for his first ascent - we met with Mike and Gennady in Canmore. There were also couple of Mike's friends, so when we started our ascent, our group consisted of 9 people.

Beautiful morning that gave us signs of bad weather

This looked like a fire, and all of us were taking picture of it

It is always breathtaking in the morning when the colours are so vivid. This morning we had lots of red colour and that meant that the rest of the day won't be that pretty.

Map of the area

Advancing on Chester Lake approach

As this post is more about pictures than words, I will keep it short. The first part of the trail is very easy, steady climb through soon to be cross-country skiing trails.

Passing through some little obstacles

Moment when we saw Mt.Chester for the first time

Even better view

We were advancing easily and there was no any rush. The crisp air and new fresh snow created idyllic environment. We were alone on the mountain.
I knew that these were precious moments. I was connecting with nature.

This is where it got a bit harder

This is where it got windy

We were like little dots comparing to the mountains

First Headwall lake

We were slowly advancing, higher and higher

The sun was shy today

Snow covered rocks and made climbing harder

High above the first lake

At second Headwall Lake

This perfect stone protected us from strong wind

Second lake in its all beauty

Advancing farther up towards the col

Second Headwall lake

Higher and higher

From this moment we were able to see the Fortress ridge. If there were no clouds we would've seen the col. I thought that we needed an hour, hour and half from here to reach the col.
Some of Mike's friends turned back from the second lake. There were five of us now left, attempting to reach the top.

Probing a very thin ice

The col

This is where a real climbing started. It was steep, icy, snowy. We were doing 100 steps and then we would rest. However, 100 steps became 75, and then 50 - as we were struggling navigating between rocks and snow.

Amarinder climbing towards the col

Deep snow was slowing us down

It was extremely hard to climb in these conditions, but it was still easier than our early June climb to Bourgeau. The snow was not that deep. My heart rate would climb up to 200, and I would feel as my heart was going to explode. I didn't know how Amarinder felt, but I could imagine that he was struggling too.

Rest of our group was descending

Straight up is the col. To the right is The Summit.

So small comparing to the mountains

On the picture above you can see three little dots. Roman, Mike and Gennady chose to gain some height on Mt.Chester and then traverse to the col.
When I saw them I didn't think that this was necessarily a good idea. I knew they would get stuck when they go higher. Unfortunately they didn't have radio so I was not able to communicate to them what might happen.
There is a whole story about their adventure, but I will not write about it in this post. Let's say that they got very lucky.

At this moment we were not able to see them anymore

Exhausted Amarinder on the top of the col

Almost on the top of the col

Last 100 meters to reach the col were super hard. It was slippery and steep, and my legs were tired. Still, I was thinking that this climb was much harder than Kilimanjaro.

The Fortress ridge

At this moment we knew that our "job" was not done. We still had to go some 400 m up and reach the summit. Without snow this would've been be much easier, but with new accumulations and with strong wind, this became a major task.

Mt.Chester

View towards Chester Lake

We had to be careful as new cornices already formed

The summit was closer and closer

I was leading our ridge climb. Blowing snow and strong wind created such a challenge. There were moments when I was doing only 5 steps and I had to stop. As I was on Himalayas, on 7000 m. Amarinder was keeping up, and he was absolutely amazing, for someone who was climbing his first real mountain. My idea was to encourage him with every step and show him that he can do it.

600 m drop (west side)

800 m drop (east side)

Amarinder struggling keeping balance on steep section

We were finally able to see the summit

Touching the summit

High above Rockies

Exposed section

Amarinder had some doubts about reaching the top, as he was able to see through clouds how this last portion of climb was exposed. I told him that everything was ok, and everything was going to be ok.

This is a "runner" we saw on our descent.

It sounds crazy, but we met a guy, who was running up The Fortress. He ran up, through Chester Lake route. We talked to him on the col, he asked us how far is to go down over Headwall lakes.
This guy was some serious runner - coming here, in his running shoes, with so little clothes. Well, he was also a bit.....crazy. It was absolutely dangerous coming here by himself.

View from the above

This little dot is Amarinder

On our descent, once we passed the col, I suggested Amarinder to go first. Snow was deep here and the slope was not exposed. It was also safe from avalanches. Amarinder really smoked the slope!

Time for break and late lunch

Amarinder advancing in his descent

One of the last views of The Fortress on this day

It cleared out a bit

One more view of The Fortress

The Fortress was still in clouds

Chester Lake

Again, beautiful colours, at the end of the day

Passing Chester Lake

If you are a mountaineer you'll know that it is always harder going downhill. This time was not different. We even thought that we somehow missed the trail.
It was hard to follow all (boring) switchbacks, and our knees were complaining.

This is what The Fortress would do to you  :)

At the end, we were happy that we were done, and also we were sad that our little Fortress adventure was over.
I was happy as I connected to the nature again and that I defied new normal of 21st century.
And I did it on my own way.