A few years back, I was working at the Bayshore Inn. In the Kitchen with Hans Hornig and Larry Juliette. Anyways, on one of my days off, Larry, came to me around dinner time, so like 4 30 or 5 00 there abouts. And says, "Hey! Gizmo Whatcha doing." It being my day off, I of course was just lounging about enjoying the company of others who were not working at the time, and I said as much. He then proceded to convince me into "hiking" up to the top of Bertha Mountain. I figured what they hey, so He and a dude named Kiernan, and myself, stopped by Le ol' Lick and Nibble for some Ice Cream and heading on up. It was mid to late June at the time, great weather for hiking. Saw some bear tracks, no bears though. Walked over some of the hidden ice way up there, sunk in waste deep, that was fun. They tried to get me to climb across a cliff, I wasn't really into that so I made them choose a "longer" way. It would have hurt ALOT if I fell. We got to the top took some time to enjoy the scenery, write in the book inside the cairn, and just bask in the moment of achievement. Then watch as the sun started to sink below the horizon. We figured it would take to long to get back if followed the same route we took as we went up, so we decided to climb down the other side towards the Carthew Alderson trail. Down the cliff like steps, over the loose rocks strewn along the downslope(I forget the slang for this stuff) And into the bush, in complete darkness. Slipping and sliding, tripping over rocks and roots. Got a few scratches, learns I actually could do a flip and land on my ass, rather then my head. Managed to keep my glasses, amazingly enough. And got back to town just in time to enjoy a Beer at the Fireside Lounge.