I am sitting at a picnic table in Waterton National Park. It is a pleasant, warm day. The view across the valley is what I have been needing to recharge my being; it transfixes my gaze. In the right moments the sun catches the southern face of Mount Galway causing the oxidized iron in the exposed argillite on its lower flanks to flare a brilliant red. As I stare at the mountain, I soak up its beauty, its lines and I imagine the route I would take to the summit. Every mountain that catches my eye undergoes the same analysis. For me one of the joys of climbing comes in the challenge. The greater the challenge the greater the joy.