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Bertha Peak
Elevation:
Height Gain:
Location:
8,005 ft (2440M)
3,773 ft (1150M)
Waterton
Note for 06 Nov 04: I went with Sonny Bou. A bit of verglass on the rocks right of the waterfall and knee deep snow created some challenges. Weather was overcast with flurries.
  Date Ascent Time Descent Time
1st Time 06 Nov 04 4:20 2:29

For Sonny's perspective on the same trip, check out his page: http://free.hostdepartment.com/s/ssbou/ssbou2004/bertha.html


The trip up Bertha Peak starts with a long hike to Bertha Lake, where you pass two waterfalls. Shown here is Upper Bertha Falls. I'm curious about the potential ice climb, but Blair doesn't think it will be all that good.



Once you reach the lake, you next bit is the crux. We went up the line on the right, but given the verglass and slippery rock, we decided it was best to find a different way to come down. For descent, we tried to stick to the snow, which forced us into avalanche gullies... not really a recommended route, but it was still better than trying to downclimb our ascent route. Above the red lines is a simple scree plod to reach the summit.



Here is a quick shot of Bertha Lake. Doesn't that look cold. In the background on the left is Mt. Richards.



This is Sonny breaking trail, on his way to the main scrambling. Some of the snow in this section was past the knee.



Here we see Sonny picking his way up the lower rock section. Lots of verglass.



At this point, the crux scrambling was over. Here we see Sonny heading over toward flatter ground to begin the final scree slog to the summit.



Hey Sonny. Here we see Sonny starting his trip up the scree.



Funny how this picture turned out. This is looking downhill toward Sonny. The picture makes him look above me.



This is Sonny, a few feet from the summit.



On descent, less than a kilometer from the car, we came across four mountain sheep. One of them (the big one) became quite aggressive with us. He was stomping his feet, puffing out his chest, and when Sonny tried to walk into the trees to bushwhack his way around them, the sheep cut him off. Finally, I raised my ski poles into the air, banged them together and I charged after them. Surprisingly, they ran away. I had visions of some Mountain Dew commercial where a punk kid head-butts a ram (and the ram wins).