This sunday is the government-mandated remorseless killing of a wonderful hour that heralded sun and extended activity time for the last few months...but hey it's not all bad, right?
One man's daylight savings time is another man's ice-climb makings time. As October leaves us, dazed, wondering what happened last night and where our pants have gone, November rolls on in...that jacket you've been donning to walk the dog in the evening suddenly is not quite enough...the tips of your fingers are strangely less effective during your early-morning text messaging blitz while standing at the bus stop...
There is already snow in the Adirondacks, and the Presidential Range in New Hampshire has climbable ice! Oh deliver unto me an unending stoke!
I think this weekend I'm going to trundle down into the basement and brush the dust off my crampons and get down to the lovely business of making them ready for ice season. Axes too...some careful filing and they'll be ready for the big leagues! Last year, we were climbing in Ontario in the first week of December, I'd love to do better this year!
So, I've started my ice dance...who's with me?
First day out last year...December 9th I think...
keep it cold!