Mount Fisher is a very popular peak near Cranbrook (not to be confused with the Fisher Peak in Kananaksis). As it is 300m higher than any of its neighbors it is a great viewpoint.
Looking at the weather at noon the day before I had thought this might be the only patch of sun I could hope for on this day, after I had worked the previous weekend. Looks like it didn't rain too much in Banff after all, but that's just how it goes sometimes.
I actually really enjoyed this peak, so I'm glad that I thought I had to come down here. The trail was obvious and the scrambling at the top on very solid rock, keeping it in the level I am comfortable with solo. I also really loved the views.
I drove out on Monday night and slept at the trailhead in my car (back seats pulled down and sleeping mat and bag laid out). As I drove up the gravel road to the trailhead in the fast approaching dark, Mount Fisher loomed above me as a great black shadow. Then as I got to the last kilometer of road two great holes in the road tested my driving skills in my new SUV.
As I read in the car a bit before going to sleep I felt a little sympathy with my book when I read what Robyn Davidson says at the beginning: “I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.” I'm not saying that driving on gravel roads or climbing Mount Fisher is actually difficult by any means. But doing it solo was feeling a bit tough. The next morning when I woke up with the sun shining down on me, and the trail easy to follow, it was all forgotten though.