Well the writing seems to be on the wall. Temperatures this morning were already in the mid-30's, it rained all last night, and I woke to fog and drizzle with an anticipated high of mid-low 50's as the fog gives way to sunshine. It is hard to deny that spring is on its way.
Spring is my favorite time of year. The earth smells fresh, the rivers begin to run and open up, the moose return to the roadsides, buds begin to bloom and green begins to replace the dreary winter pallette of greys and browns. But, despite the feeling of "re-birth" that the spring brings, comes a feeling of sadness that yet another season of ice and snow has passed. For those of us who climb ice, it truly is a mixed feeling of joy and loss.
So this weekend, I am left to choose either that last remaining ice in some of the most hidden out of the way gullies or ravines, or hang the tools up and lace up the sticky rubber shoes and climb one of the many south facing crags to begin, what I hope, will be an exciting and fun rock season.
Come to think of it....I choose "both"!!!
Spring is my favorite time of year. The earth smells fresh, the rivers begin to run and open up, the moose return to the roadsides, buds begin to bloom and green begins to replace the dreary winter pallette of greys and browns. But, despite the feeling of "re-birth" that the spring brings, comes a feeling of sadness that yet another season of ice and snow has passed. For those of us who climb ice, it truly is a mixed feeling of joy and loss.
So this weekend, I am left to choose either that last remaining ice in some of the most hidden out of the way gullies or ravines, or hang the tools up and lace up the sticky rubber shoes and climb one of the many south facing crags to begin, what I hope, will be an exciting and fun rock season.
Come to think of it....I choose "both"!!!
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