As I pulled into Castle Mountain ski resort's parking lot, I was surprised to find the day lodge open with quite a few people coming and going (there was some sort of mountain biking competition that weekend). I geared up and began hiking up the ski run under the Sundance Triple Chair. About two-thirds of the way up Gravenstafel Ridge, I noticed not far behind me a woman in shorts and T-shirt walking briskly up one of the many maintenance roads crisscrossing the ski resort. She was carrying only a water bottle and obviously just out for an afternoon walk. As she climbed effortlessly up more switchbacks, I laboured up a direct line underneath the Tamarack Chair and wondered why I bothered hauling a large pack full of extra clothes and food, crampons and an ice axe. I was half expecting the woman to greet me at the top of the Tamarack Chair, but before I even got there, I noticed that she was already walking back down (she had presumably turned around somewhere just below the outlier to the north). More worrisome was the fact that the wind had picked up and thunderstorms were brewing in the area. There is a Ski Patrol hut near the top of the Tamarack Chair, and I took an extended break here to let the foul weather pass (it turned out to be only a short-lived light drizzle). As predicted, the sky began to clear, and though it was tempting to stay put in the warm and cozy hut, I eventually departed and climbed the remaining 140 metres to the top. While the threat of thunderstorms was gone, the miserable wind remained and would be my constant companion for much of the rest of the day. I spent only 10 minutes at the summit of Gravenstafel Ridge before descending to the col leading to Mount Haig. The col was somewhat sheltered from the wind, and I enjoyed the best scrambling of the day between the col and Mount Haig's north ridge. All too soon, I was on the ridge crest and exposed again to the dreadful wind which was strong enough at times to knock me off my feet. The remaining 340 metres of elevation gain to the summit was a pure slog that could not end soon enough for me.
After a half-hour stay on top of Mount Haig, I quickly retraced
my steps back to the col and dropped down the east side which is the
alternate descent as described in Andrew Nugara's More Scrambles In
The Canadian Rockies. The sun soon disappeared as I stumbled
down some ankle-breaking rubble to the valley bottom. I eventually
picked up a flagged trail which essentially follows the ski-out known as
"Cinch Traverse" all the way back to the day lodge. When I arrived
at my car, the parking lot was full, and people were camped out
everywhere including inside their cars and even on the concrete floor
beside the door to the day lodge (it was kept open to allow people to use
the washrooms or to use their laptops presumably with free Wi-Fi). Since nobody was partying, I
bought a soda from a vending machine and quietly drove off into the
night.