Smuggler's Notch Ice, 1-2 March 2003
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A little while later I took a traversing line off right and got downright intimate with a birch. I just hope she calls... (I'm still waiting. You have the number.)
I wound around to the left into a deep snow gully and enjoyed a well-made martini at the club before tunnelling on upwards to I Really Couldn't Tell You. |
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