New England Ice, 17-20 February 2005
That's It, I'm Calling My Gang
That's It, I'm Calling My Gang
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I felt like a bit o' the sharp, so I took a lead up a few ice bulges, drilled a couple of screws, made a few clips, basically pretended to climb again. It was fun. The ice was quite good, plastic in some places, candled in others. It didn't look like anyone had been up there for a while.
I got to a section that for whatever reason, probably mostly lack of bravado and not possesing knowledge of what lay ahead, seemed like a good spot for a belay. So I built one. That place was about 100 feet above here. While building the anchor I heard a bird-call, which I returned, a la Bottle Rocket. I thought that it might be Brian, down below at the belay, pulling a quote from the the infinitesimal threads of DNA that make up the fabric of our silly, intestine, little friendship. But no, it was an actual bird. I amuse me. |
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