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Mount Waddington, British Columbia
It’s peak rising over 13,000 ft. above the Pacific Ocean and centered on the Queen Charlotte Strait, this monolith’s peak touches the heavens beyond the reach of all others amoung the Coast Mountain Range in all its vastness and splendour. Sparkling seas glimmer in a dance of blinding display far, far below.
Our travels have taken us to nearby Telegraph Cove on the northeast side of Vancouver Island, where so far below one can only imagine the remoteness, the pristine grandeur and silent refuge of the Waddington summit.
Imagine not a solitary sound save unpredictable weather systems whispering and churning as the haunting chants of the Haida Gwaii amoung this rugged, craggy stanchion seldom accessed and climbed by human adventurists.
Wild, unleashed beauty in the surrounds of glaciers and cavernous valleys, its shear majesty is a seemingly ornate and delicate balance of rock, snow and forbidding ice that would challenge the most experienced climbers who access her greatness via helicopter.
When we ventured to Telegraph Cove, the winter rains fell well off vertical in wind-driven frenzies of gusting fury and a coastal mist so heavy Waddington was a mere distant pinpoint of the imagination yet so very near, fully obscured behind a curtain of unrelenting coastal storm waves whipping the open seas into a perilous frenzy.
We will return to explore, to discover, to connect with the unimaginable and cathartic presence of this towering mass nestled amid the imposing mystique of the Charlotte passage and coastal range. Until then, its profound immensity awaits in vacuous silence for those who bid its seeing, its feeling, its succumbing.