When will the incessant summit-bagging stop, you ask?!? "When my knees give out!" I say. My knees very nearly gave out on this scramble: Mount Rundle. It's a steep slog up the sloping back of the mountain. Unrelenting up up up. Guess that's how you get to the top, but geez! It winded me. Plus it was freakin' cold up at the top! So our celebratory lunch was confined to a few bites of chocolate for form's sake (must have celebratory chocolate) and a hasty retreat to warmer climes. Really, the forecast was for clear skies and 21 degrees (celcius, if you're wondering) which could have made for pleasant picnicking at the summit. Nope! Never trust the peaks. They'll getcha. Especially if you've forgotten to bring gloves & a toque. Dumbass. I left the peak with my extra pair of socks over my numb hands. Bliss.