Mt. Whymper along the Radium Highway. By the time eponymous Edward made its first ascent, he was far less fit and drank far more than when he made the first ascent of the Matterhorn that made him (in)famous.
Juan Henriquez putting his head down on the way up, with the delights of Haffner Creek far below.
I have heard it said that ski mountaineering begins when the skis come off. If so, then Eamonn Walsh is a ski mountaineer par excellence.
Scott Withers skinning across the sastrugi on the summit plateau.
Juan having a blast on the way down. Who says there is never good snow in the Rockies? I suppose though that "good" is a relative term.
Another time, another place. On a late-spring attempt on the Moonflower Buttress on Mt. Hunter in Alaska, at one point we ran out of ice and gumption and resorted to a tension traverse. Such tactics are best reserved for a ripe old age.