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Clinging to an Ideal

Barry Blanchard
Fall 2008

I planted my axe into the silver strip of ice, pulled up and crossed over the threshold. I had touched this line twice before – once in the winter of 1997 and again in the winter of 2000 during my third and fourth attempts to climb a new route on the Emperor Face of Mount Robson – but never crossed it. Five thousand feet of face fell away below my crampons – this was the known, the mountainscape that I could draw in fine detail inside my head. Two thousand five hundred feet of mountain lay above my shoulders: the unknown, the mystery. My abdomen tightened, and the skin over it quivered into tension. I felt like a long-distance swimmer wading naked into a northern lake, the far shore beyond sight.

Shards of diamond-hard ice fractured from my axe strikes and rattled off down the ancient, chrome-colored couloir glowing dully with diffuse daylight, the sun never reaching into this deep shadow on the mountain. The ice looked like frozen quicksilver, and the climbing was superb. I was partnered with hometown buddy, Eric, and our good friend and fellow mountain guide, Philippe. Philippe is from Briançon, France. It was his block of four rope lengths, and Eric and I followed him cheering to each other, laughing out loud and shouting out “how cool” it all was.

The day was cold, cloud-free and clear, the kind of weather window I’d waited for months to see. Our rope was 198 feet long and that was the range of our influence. We tacked our way up the slender strip of ice using simple tools – ice axes, crampons, ice screws – unfolding the 2,500 feet of mystery by hand, 6,000 feet above the emerald waters of Berg Lake.

About the Author
Barry Blanchard lives in Banff, Alberta, with his wife, Catherine, daughters Rosemary and Eowyn, and dogs Finegan and Seamus: It is a busy household. An internationally certified mountain guide, Barry guides full-time with Yamnuska Mountain Adventures while trying to find time for his own climbing.