Poor weather on the summit limited views to the west
As Sonny, Dinah and I drove up the Icefields Parkway, we had second thoughts about climbing Caldron Peak. Situated in picturesque environs, we wanted to ascend Caldron under blue skies. But when we parked at the trailhead it was overcast. Halfheartedly, we started up the trail.
After navigating through the mass of tourists at the Peyto Lake viewpoint, we dropped 275 m to the flats south of the lake. From the flats to Caldron Lake the route was straightforward: we hiked up Peyto Creek to the bridge, crossed the creek, and took the trail up the lateral moraine before reaching Caldron Lake.
Caldron Lake was still beautiful despite gray skies. But after crossing the end of the lake, the sky grew darker. Then it started raining. In an effort to escape the rain we backtracked to a wall of snow that towered above us. While somewhat sheltered from the rain, we considered turning back. But when the rain stopped we pushed on.
We hiked up the valley that separates Mistaya Mountain and Caldron Peak; we had to pass Caldron's false summit on our right before we started climbing. When we reached the edge of the bowl before Caldron's true summit, it began raining. Dinah and I hesitated. An intimidating expanse of loose rock and scree separated us from the top, not to mention 400 m of elevation. But Sonny forged on; with the summit in sight, he wasn't turning back now. We followed Sonny across the bowl.
On the lower, talus-covered slopes we had to tread carefully, but above that, scree provided easier terrain. In good weather this would have been merely a slog, but in rain it was a wretched ascent. However, we made it to the summit and we were happy for that.
But the joy of summiting was short-lived. It rained off and on all the way back, and what joy that wasn't washed away by the rain was left at the flats when we began the long ascent back up to the viewpoint.
I reached the viewpoint ahead of Sonny and Dinah. Apparently the rain had kept away the tourists, except for a couple (from California it turns out). The woman asked about Peyto Lake and we fell into conversation. I pointed to the mountain that we had climbed. She seemed impressed and curious. After firing off several questions about our trip, she asked to have a picture taken with me. As I posed beside her, I found it easy to smile. Despite the long day and miserable weather, I did, after all, climb Caldron Peak.
Approaching the flats. Caldron Peak ahead.
Crossing the flats
The route follows the curve of the moraine/ridge below Peyto Peak.
We'll cross Peyto Creek on the log bridge ahead.
Hiking up the lateral moraine
Looking back at Peyto Lake
Sonny crosses the boulder field before the lake.
Dinah reaches the other side of Caldron Lake
Looking back at Peyto Peak and Caldron Lake
Taking shelter from the rain
Despite the rain, Sonny and Dinah still manage to smile.
We head to the low point left on the skyline.
Sonny crosses a snow patch.
We study the summit (centre) above the bowl.
It was easier to travel on the snow than on the rubble.
Sonny works his way left.
I headed directly to the ridge until we heard thunder. Then I began traversing left to keep low.
Looking back at Caldron Lake
On the ridge heading to the summit
Heading back we see Mount Thompson.
Heading back to Caldron Lake
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