Crisco has been trying to get me to go ice climbing for the past few weekends, but I’ve 1) been busy, and 2) been dreading being that cold. Ice climbing is a very, um… interesting pursuit. It’s terrifying. It’s mind- and body-numbingly cold. And sometimes it’s downright painful. This is my fourth year climbing ice (I’ve been rock climbing for a decade) and I still dread it, it still makes me nervous. In addition to being covered in very sharp, pointy pieces of steel, you’ve got danger from avalanches and falling rock and ice. In short… it’s scary.
With that out of the way, yeah, Crisco, Matt, and I went up to Stairway to Heaven in Provo Canyon today. We climbed a couple variations to the first pitch and then we did a two pitch line. It was great! The past few days I’ve just been in a funk. I’ve been feeling apathetic toward everything. Ice climbing was what I needed to get the zeal back!
Approaching the ice.
Crisco climbing.
Me on the first pitch.
Me belaying Crisco on pitch 2.