We drove there in the clouds,
we hiked in the clouds, we climbed in the clouds and we got lost in the clouds.
It was too nasty to take photos, or maybe I just lost them I'm not sure.
Either way, it's probably just as well we forget this one anyway.
We made our way up the Fisher
Chimney route again only this time the visibility was nil and even though we'd
seen the route before, it wasn't any easier to find. Despite
slippery rocks and even slipperier wet moss, we managed to make it to the
top of the chimneys. We rounded the corner and expected to find Whinney's
slide as before, but it was gone! Who took Whinney's Slide? We set a
bearing and headed off in the direction that we thought would take us to the
base of the glacier. Instead, we found an unexpected rock wall. We
followed the wall up and to the right. Blinded by the thick cloud we were
hiking by feel. The rock wall suddenly dropped off... okay, that's not the
best description. What I mean is, the wall ended suddenly. I coiled
the rope that separated us so we could consult about where we might be and what
to do next. It just didn't make sense... This wasn't anything like
what I remembered. We thought about following the slope down over the edge
that use to be the wall, and decided to test it's depth first. Picking up
rocks and heaving them over the edge quickly decided that one for us. I'm
not sure how far down this cliff went, but the rocks just disappeared without
even a whisper that told of it's height.
We turned and followed our
tracks back to the Chimneys and headed for home.