New England Ice, 24-26 January 2002
Desperate But Not Serious

hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?...
-King Crimson

Anthony: Well, see my friend Dignan didn't realize that this was a voluntary hospital, and he got this whole escape thing worked out. And he just got so excited about the thing, I didn't have the heart to tell him no, that uh... look how excited he is. I gotta do it this way, Dr. Nichols. I gotta climb out. It's only one floor down.
Dr. Nichols: Okay, but can you do it fast? You know this doesn't look good. None of this looks good at all.

We pulled up over some rock steps and were nearly defeaned by the sound of running water underneath a very thin veneer of snow. It was just too warm to be up here. I immediately turned to Brian and said, "This isn't worth it." Brian agreed. "First, we have to get out of it."

We practically waded across the "route" and found a tree from which to rap. I honestly don't know how far we got up. We did three raps before booting back down our tracks. So I'm thinking we did a little more than three pitches, plus a long, deep approach. And I don't really think it's all that important, because I don't think we're overly concerned with what we might have missed.

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