New England Ice, 17-20 February 2005
That's It, I'm Calling My Gang

Back to our story.

So I come back around the corner to find Brian jumping around and squealing like a Ritalin-addled kid. He tells me that we have indeed found the route, that it is huge, that it "Goes up, then down a little, then there's some ice, then it turns a corner, and then I don't even know what!"

And then he ran away from me. Fast.

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