Who would have thought that clinging to giant popcicles with sharp implements attached to one's arms and legs would be fun?
I've been passionate about rock climbing for almost one and a half decades. For a person who is so distractible, that's some feat. The winter months were tough having to jump onto planes in search of warmer weather and climbable rock. A few years back, a friend introduced me to ice climbing which could be had here in the Northeast. Over the years, I've found others with the same strange facination such as Ed. Today was a fun outing with experienced ice climbers and newcomers alike.
Now, my buddy, Matt, always says that the best ice is that which is floating in your drink. I can't argue with that. But, certainly, ice climbing gives new meaning to "on the rocks".