Mount Krahn. I do like the sound of that.
This whole mountain naming thing started simple enough with a posse of my pre-teen prairie cousins. We got lured into climbing up to the next ridge when visiting relatives in British Columbia. Inspired by the view, we decided to scale the modest mountain and claim it as our own. Great fun!
We started out strong but naively assumed the next ridge was the summit quite a few times. Eventually, the lateness of the day and enormity of the task lead us to declare an early victory. The world would know of our declaration by spelling out ‘Krahn’ with rocks. Alas, the lack of rocks soon reduced even these scaled-down plans to the simple letter K. Our enthusiasm was undiminished even after the worried scolding of anxious parents who had been waiting at the bottom. The mountain was ours!
That childhood memory got me musing about mountains and lead me to the conclusion that we currently have an unofficial mountain. It’s time to figuratively spell it out with rocks!
The way I see it, there are two ways you can name a mountain. You can go through all the official channels or just do it. Naturally I prefer the more efficient route.
I am quite untroubled by the fact that our chosen mountain was long ago named after British nurse Edith Cavell. I have every reason to believe that was a good choice. But it’s a 7,000 foot mountain, so I am happy to share.
That magnificent vista has cast a spell on me for the lush memories it holds over a few decades:
- Hiking with our young son far up the facing mountain to see Angel Glacier at eye level across the valley.
- Encountering pikas for the first time which started an enduring fascination with those cute little creatures.
- Being shocked by the winter wonderland we encountered in the parking lot at the end of June – back then we were still mountain rookies!
- Watching small snow avalanches cascading down the mountain. Time seemed to stand still … especially for our kids who were exceedingly bored.
- Admiring the surreal green colours of the gorgeous lake below with chunks of ice floating around even in summer.
A few months ago we returned to the spot that held so many rich family memories. It only occurred to me later that this is our mountain. So Mount Krahn it is. The next time we go there, I just might be tempted to rearrange a few rocks!
For more documentary photos and information on this mountain in Jasper National Park Alberta check out http://banffandbeyond.com/the-path-of-the-glacier-loop-at-mount-edith-cavell/