New England Ice, 15 March 2003
Pogue Mahone
Pogue Mahone
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Eventually I emerged from the brush and the drifts and the demonic possession with the swearing and the rotating of heads and the spewing of pea soup and caught sight of a rock band.
Great. Just great. I saw many lines, from 4th-class to mid-5th. Mostly I saw easy-5th class. I could have taken a chance and soloed direct, but I was unsure of my orientation, couldn't see where the lines went or topped out, or if they did, at all. I mulled. |
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