"Oh someone died on that last week"

So Mt Smuts..

Al and I met up with Andrew (guy we ran into at Yam... he used to climb at Rock Oasis when he lived in the tdot) on Wed am in Canmore... all 3 of us were moving slow and didn't arrive at the trailhead till 10am.

At the trailhead there are a couple hikers... they asked us what we were doing and we said Smuts...

"OH, someone died on that last week... becareful.." Said the hiker...


Anyways down the trail we went... sadly for us we turned off onto the wrong sidetrail... and what should of been an hour and a half casual walk turned into a 5 hour scramble with some 4th class sections... woohoo.

We finally arrived at smuts after 5 hours of traversing across one scree slope after another.... (scree sucks... its basically a pile of millions of small rocks al staked ontop of each other... one mves and usually 10 more go with it).

So we're sitting there staring at Smuts, I look at my watch - it was after 3pm, our water supply was getting low, Al had some holes in his new pants and i had blisters on the bottom of my feet from walking across contant steep slopes... so I said FUCK it

I wasn't prepareed to get onto a 3 thousand foot scramble high in the rockies at 3 pm...

So we walked to a nearby glacial lake... had lunch, sat around for a bit and began the journey back. We found the trail and got back within an hour and a half... had we done smuts we would of gotten down in the dark and never would of found the trail and would of had a horrible story to tell about our epic scrambling day,

Instead we went to boston pizza and then drank margaritas with Tat (our awesome hostess).

Today is lazy day - Al is still sleeping and i am drinking coffee - trying to figure out how to not sound like a tool from yesterday's ordeal.

Rock out yo...