The weather in the Canadian Rockies was indeed fantastic, and snow-clad peaks were dazzling to behold in every direction. Yet, for one reason or another, I ended up driving all the way to the eastern boundary of Jasper National Park to scramble up lowly Roche à Perdrix. I had definitely lost my mind, but I started up the trail at 2:18 PM anyway. I had no problems going up the north ridge, but when I began to contour along the base of the cliffs on the east side of the mountain, I encountered more and more snow and ice. I was soon forced to put on my crampons, but they were immediately useful for ascending a couple of long, snow-filled gullies as well as some tedious rubble slopes. Higher up the mountain, the crampons were less effective on mixed terrain consisting of powder snow and smooth slabs. However, there were enough steep, icy sections to warrant keeping the crampons on. My progress up this last section was frustratingly slow, but I eventually stumbled my way up to the summit at 6:00 PM. A brisk wind picked up, and I quickly snapped a few photographs and signed the register before turning my attention to the descent.
Despite the growing darkness, the moon was up in the eastern sky, and
I could see well enough for the most part to make my way down the upper
mountain safely. My crampons were invaluable for descending the
gullies and other icy sections. Lower down, I easily retraced the
route along the base of the cliffs but had to bushwhack a bit to get back
onto the north ridge. The north ridge was also a bit tricky to
descend in the dark because of some rock outcrops and braided trails.
My headlamp proved to be useful here and in the trees. I made it
back to my car by 8:45 PM. The long drive home was more scenic than
I would have imagined as the moon dramatically illuminated all the peaks
of the Canadian Rockies.