East Peak of Mountain Wendell (attempt)
GR307678
Kananaskis Park
February 11, 2006

Having climbed Mount Yamnuska several times I've always been curious about the unnamed peak north of "Yam" extending east from Wendell Mountain.

We took the trail to the east ridge of Mount Yamnuska and turned off onto the horse trail that drops down into the CMC Valley, losing 150 m of elevation in the process. At first the trail was fine but lower down it was deeply eroded and overgrown. Eventually we crossed the valley-bottom stream and came to a road.

After crossing the road we hiked up a wooded slope on the other side until we arrived at the base of the cliffs, about two hours after setting out. We hiked along the base and explored every canyon as a potential access to the summit of the east peak of Wendell.

We reached a dead end -- vertical walls -- in all but one of the canyons. We couldn't explore this canyon, as it was several meters above the floor of the valley. The rock was too smooth to scramble up but two logs leaned against it and I was able to climb high enough to peer into it.

The floor of that canyon was nearly level but a bend prevented me from seeing very far up it. Without being able to explore it on foot there was no way of knowing if this too was another dead end. But it looked promising: the walls of this canyon weren't as high as the others. The floor was filled with loose rocks; there was nothing for me to grab onto to hoist myself up over the floor edge and certainly there was no way to climb back down even if I could get up. Indeed, when I started back down, I lost my footing on the rock and found myself hanging from the edge of the canyon with both hands! After a few seconds of fishing around, my foot found a slight bump on a log that allowed me to resume climbing down. I'm tempted to return some day with a hammer, saw and nails and add some steps to the two logs to make a ladder so as to finish the exploration of the canyons we started.

With the canyons explored to the best of our ability, we continued following the base of the cliffs to see if we could summit from the west end of the ridge. With cliffs towering over our heads and the slope sprouting pinnacles here and there, it was a scenic hike. Although we traversed along a scree slope, the goat track we took was as good as any man-made trail. We also had the benefit of spring-like weather and had shed our gloves, jackets and hats.

Two weeks earlier, I had studied the west end of the ridge from the northeast ridge of Goat Mountain; it didn't look promising. There seemed to be a lot of steep rock. But again, the best way to find out was to try to it.

We had to skirt around the ridge to avoid slabs on the lower slopes, but eventually we were able to scramble up until we were above them. Ahead lay a complex landscape of rock but we scrambled up and were soon on easier terrain.

As is typical for our winter forays, Dinah took her winter hiking boots. Although they offer insulation against the cold, they have no shank and provide no support on loose rock. The prolonged off-trail endeavour was causing her grief; every step was now painful. But who would have thought it would be this warm and dry in the mountains in the middle of winter?

Reluctantly, we had to turn back about 300 m short of the summit. But from as far as we got, it looked possible to continue on up, at least for a short ways. The best way to find out is to come back!