The Bugaboos!

The last time I (Wes) saw the Bugs was about 15 years ago, when we stopped by for ONE DAY on our way home to Montana. If you are a climber, that is akin to having two bites of the world's best gourmet feast before it is ripped away and replaced by a stale corn dog. Needless to say, I was excited to come back for a longer jaunt, and to teach Steffy the mystical ways of the marvelous instrument we call the piolet.
After we finished our bike tour in the Canadian Rockies (below), we hitched back up to Jasper, grabbed the car, and headed to the Bugaboos for about a week. What a wonderful place to be. We slept in Ray and Meg's mega tent. I think that we had about three times the room as in Stef's little guy. By the end of this last trip we had slept about two months of this summer in a tent. What fun! We climbed a few great classic climbs with longer then normal approaches and descents due to the warm weather, which made one of the main passes very dangerous.

Steffy in the mornin'... How cool!

Approaching the Pigeon Spire. Stef got to jump some cravasses, and learn why we cross snow bridges so early in the morning!

The Howsers, from the summit of Pigeon. What a FUN route!

Pigeon and the Howsers, from the base of Snowpatch. Note the climbers on the icefield following us. Is that great or what!

Maybe that piolet will make a good cam-hook?

"Yeah! I'm back!"

"I hope the porcupines don't eat our brake lines."