We have to go back to the time before digital cameras, megapixels and memory cards to arrive at the year I discovered Glacier National Park. It was 1997, and all my pics were taken with a 35mm Nikon camera. You'll have to excuse the grainy resolution of some of the scanned images.
Here my good friend Kyle sits, seemingly bereft from anything stable, on a pillar of limestone below the south-facing summit cliffs of Mt Wilbur. This climb began with 6 people, but was whittled down to 4 when a good friend fell on a lower rock band and tore her ACL. Suffice to say that the climb became very interesting when two things happened: it began snowing while we were on the summit, and then, when descending the mountain's Chimney Route, we realized the rope had gone with our injured friend! Undeterred, we tied together some webbing and came safely down the chimney.
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