In few more kilometres, we saw the sign for Castle Butte. We wound along the valley bottom, on a gravel road through ranching country. We crossed a couple of Texas gates, bumpy metal grates that prevent the cattle from escaping their pasture land. The butte rose from the valley, an oddity erupting from the flatness of the flat scrubland. And then we saw the sign. The sign said it was 200 feet elevation, and 1/4 kilometre around. Not that impressive in comparison to the Rocky Mountains or Mount Everest! But in Saskatchewan? Oh, yeah, it's impressive!
My heart began to pump a little faster as I anticipated climbing this massive rock. It looked straight up as we approached and I was thankful as we rounded the butte to see a gradual slope with a trail. I also saw some small figures on the top of the butte, so I knew it was a doable climb. A lone vehicle was in the parking area, and we pulled in beside it. Time to change into my running shoes. And load up my small pack with water and my phone.
As we opened the doors of Elizabeth's CRV, the heat of a late July day blasted us. What were we thinking? It was 34 degrees Celsius. But I was committed to this adventure, this challenge. So away we went.
Two kids under ten years old came down the path. I felt better knowing that kids could do this climb. The parents were coming down, and so as Elizabeth and I went up the first section, we made it to the plateau half way up. They were kind enough to give us suggestions and pointers. I moved to the west side, waiting for them to pass. There were two options. Elizabeth chose the path the folks had just descended to our right (east). I looked at the western option and from my angle thought it looked better. Hmmm. As I ascended, the footing was slippery with loose gravelly type pieces. I think the technical term is "scree". Elizabeth was making good time up the other path, but I had to keep my focus on the steps directly in front of me. My Roughrider cap hampered my upward view, and I needed both hands to keep my balance, so I only looked to my immediate foot or two ahead. It was steeper than I thought.
Finally, I reached a spot that was firmer with a narrow climbing space to grab hold and squeeze through. I was nearly there! It was hot, no breeze, and I was almost out of breath. I had to pray my way up the last foot that felt straight up. I couldn't see what I would be pulling myself up to. It must be a flat surface, but there was no way to tell if I would have much space to step up, sit on, lie on or just what! But with a final heave, I was up on my knees and when I saw nothing but blue sky and the valley stretched out below us. I immediately sat on my butt, on the butte, ha ha! Catching my breath, I felt the burn in my lungs and on my skin from the scorching sun.
Elizabeth had arrived on the top before me, and walked confidently over the several metres to where my path had brought me. She was sweating profusely, very red in the face, but grinning at me.
"Not gonna stand up and get a better view?" she was half-teasing, half-concerned, I think.
All that went through my mind is, I have to get down somehow. What if I chicken out and need someone to rescue me? I almost froze with fear.
I managed to reply to my friend, still panting and having no desire to stand at that moment. I took a sip or two of my water and pulled my phone from the pack. I captured a few pictures from my vantage point, and Elizabeth took some of me sitting in the same spot I had landed.
"Well, you did it! You made it!" Was she trying to encourage me so that she wouldn't have to figure out how to coax me down again? Possibly. So I made myself stand and then realized, it was a flat top with a small rise on the southeastern side. I was on the narrowest area and I felt more comfortable walking to a wider place. I took a couple photos, but as you can see, I needed all my resources to enjoy the moment and not focus on how to get off this thing!
Elizabeth had been here before and went to the edge of the rise to see over. She pointed out some other interesting sites, and we noted another vehicle of climbers had arrived. I guess we weren't the only crazy people in the area! As I passed the path that Elizabeth had come up, and I glanced over at the one I had chosen, I definitely saw the wisdom of descending her way. I already plotted that I would go down on my bum, facing out to see where I was going. It had more footholds and handholds, less scree and a flatter slope. My heart was increasing its rate even before Elizabeth was ready to go down.
I felt like a coward. Not sure I've really felt that afraid before. Not in my recent adult life.
I processed my attitude to people who have been controlled by fear. I hadn't been very patient or compassionate as I saw individuals who were letting fear interfere with their lives and futures. Why couldn't they just "overcome it" and get on with the next steps in their lives? But courage doesn't just replace fear instantly, as I realized in my mental preparation to go down this butte. So I prayed that the Lord would forgive my lack of grace for those who are bound up in anxiety and fear, and then tried to ask casually, "So, you ready to go down yet?"
Being the kind friend, she let me go down first. She was probably afraid if I slipped I'd knock her down the slope! But I found descending less stressful and in a few minutes I was at the flat half-way plateau that encircled the butte. She followed me down and soon joined me. We walked around a few feet apart, Some parts of the path were narrow with a fairly steep drop-off; only once did I have to concentrate on the path in front of me! A refreshing breeze met us as we rounded the westerly side and I was so thankful for the Saskatchewan wind. I could see a farmer swathing hay. I could see some farmyards, and another van pulling into the parking lot.
Some neat rock formations protruded on that west side and we climbed around there. A hole had formed a bit further down, but I had not desire to descend and then ascend again. My adrenaline had finally settled down and I still had one final leg to go down before we were at the bottom.
I half-slid, half-scooted down the last slope, no pride whatsoever as others were waiting for us to clear the path so they could go up! I didn't care. My running shoes were adequate but I envied Elizabeth's hiking boots! Next time, I'd be more prepared.
Next time!!!??? What was I thinking?
As we gulped our now very tepid water, I breathed a sigh of relief. We were on the ground, where flatlanders like me feel safe. Elizabeth retrieved some grapefruit Perrier drinks from her cooler and we walked and sipped our cold beverages as we circled the butte the 1/4 kilometre around its base.
And then there was the cave....
From the top, on my butt, on the Butte!
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