I climbed Lone Mountain in the summer, possibly 1981 or so. It's a long time ago. It was on about the shortest night of the year, possibly early July, as it never really got entirely dark, just dusky and hard to see clearly. I was working on the Lone Mountain fire tower for the Forestry office at Fort Simpson. My friend and I came overnight from Cli Lake, about 20 miles west and south, as the Raven flies, where we had a cabin we lived in, gardens and such. I'd been dropped into Cli Lake by helicopter, where Forestry took me to fill my drinking water containers, which they had to do every two weeks. We followed the creek out to the rivers and to the base of Lone Mountain in an inflatable kayak. I remember arriving and needing to get up to the cabin in time to do the first of the daily reports. It was really hard getting up the shale part, above the river. We saw a mama and young mouse gambolling along the river, while we were climbing. It was nearly vertical some places. My friend was an accomplished climber, luckily. We made it up, pretty close to on time I think. It's a great mountain to live on, and I have a lot of old double and triple rainbow pictures somewhere, but nothing digital, unfortunately. We are talking ancient history here, folks. I was in my very early 30's, and I'm over 60 now. Ah, sweet wilderness memories!