Mount Rundle

Who doesn’t love waking up without an alarm? Rolling over and going back to sleep? Lounging in your pj’s and having a couple cups of coffee?

Meanwhile, the late summer sun is about to rise once again in the Rockies. Meanwhile, the creatures are stirring early with the fear of the looming winter a few weeks away.

Feeling lost in life? Want to find yourself? Head into the dark, quiet, cold woods alone. There’s no hiding from who you are. You’re all you have. Immediately, you leave the comfortable voices of others behind. The radio, the T.V., the iPhone. The only voice you’re left with is your own. Its fear that wakens the voice inside you. Its fear that helps you appreciate what and who you have in your life. Its fear that makes you feel alive. Maybe we all need to spend a little less time being comfortable.

I forgot my memory card for my running camera. Oh well, the photography is just a by product of the adventure.

Mount Rundle was a slog. A long approach in the woods followed by frozen scree and plenty of exposure. I summited in a heart pounding 1hr 56min. The wind howled at around 50km/ hr at the summit, so I didn't linger. Some treacherous descending along the fragmented rock was quite unpredictable, but I floated down in my usual run/ dance/ ski style. In total, the trip took 3hrs and 20min.

Here, the only photo of the day taken with my 5D of the summit of Rundle and the task of the day wrapped in cotton candy calling out to me.

“A ship in the harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships were made for”. Get out of your harbor. Open water is what your ship was made for.