We could hear it coming miles away. The noise building in the valley below like the roar of an oncoming train. Bracing ourselves inside our sleeping bags, the huge wind gust finally hit, puffing out the sides of the tent then just as quickly collapsing the walls in on us. The wind was accompanied by cracks of lightning that filled the night sky, closely followed by booming thunder claps that reverberated off the walls of the entire Selkirk mountain range. I looked at my watch – 3:06. As our scheduled wake up time was a mere 24 minutes away, it quickly became obvious we were going to have to be flexible with our plans that day.
50 Classic Climbs of North America