The trip to Caldron Lake was uneventful, but as we hiked over the undulating terrain toward Caldron Peak, a heavy rain began falling. After all the effort of hiking across the gravel flats, over a low ridge, along Peyto Creek, up the moraine, under the east face of Peyto Peak, and down to the lake, I was anguished by the thought of having to turn back, but the miserable weather was even harder to bear. After a short debate, we decided to turn around, but as we headed back toward Caldron Lake, we hunkered down beside a giant wall of snow that was reminiscent of a glacier. Though it did little to keep us from getting soaked, the wall at least sheltered us from the bitter wind. The rain turned out to be short-lived, and we were once again teased by sunny breaks to resume our ascent. When we crested the ridge coming off of Caldron Peak's false summit, it was disheartening to see that we still had some elevation to lose before commencing an ungodly long scree slog of over 400 vertical metres. Without further ado, we dropped partway down into the bowl west of Caldron Peak and began churning our way up the treadmill scree. Rain began falling again when we were partway up the final slope, but by this point, there was really no turning back, at least not in my mind. Six hours after leaving the parking lot, we stood beside the summit cairn of Caldron Peak. Although the rain had tapered off again, Dinah and Bob began descending after spending less than 15 minutes on the summit while I stayed for another 15 minutes to sign the register and take photographs.
Wet and shivering from the chilly wind, I eventually followed Dinah and Bob down the mountain. We made the mistake of trying to contour around the edge of the bowl to avoid having to re-climb the aforementioned ridge, but stumbling across ankle-breaking rubble and the occasional steep snow patch was both time-consuming and downright aggravating. After regrouping just beyond the ridge, we enjoyed a pleasant hike back to Caldron Lake and took a short break there before rain prompted us to get moving again. The rain made our footing slick, and we had to be especially careful while descending the moraine and scrambling over the smooth rocks alongside Peyto Creek. Otherwise, our hike back to the parking lot was uneventful though Dinah and I both felt like throwing up after climbing nearly 300 vertical metres to Peyto Lake lookout at the end of the day.
Be sure to check out Bob's movie and trip report here.