
So it is with Ice season. It’s the allusive nature of this time of year that makes it so good in the first place. Rock climbing always seems to have its possibilities. On a freezing day I could always boulder, or if I was really desperate go to the gym, but Ice is a different story. Different year to year season to season, its that mix of temperatures weather patters ground water, and (in the case of this season) how far along I’ve come on home renovations that will determine the number of climbing days and whether there will be anything worth climbing in the first place. Maybe I’ll get out twenty days this season and that rare line will be in this year! Or, maybe it will be much less, but the few thwaks I do get to hear will be worth the wait.
The anticipation for ice season begins the day I hang up my axes and remove the ice screw clippers from my harness. Sure, I’ve got some goals on the rock to get through before I strap on my crampons again, but that same line will be there without any change next year if I don’t get around to it. Late May and early June hold great rock weather, but their real significance lies in the fact that there are now only six months until the start of Ice season. By the fourth of July I’m on the downhill slope.
And then it’s October. The first chilly days arrive and I start to check the weather forecasts. Weather.com reenters my favorites list and I wait for the day when someone reports that Pinnacle Gulley has fallen to its first early season half ice, half waterfall ascent. I begin making long drives to the closest location that “might” have ice with a my truck loaded with gear I know I want need only to see less ice than I find on my gutters in the morning. But give it a few weeks, and the game is on.
Today was the day I hung up my axes and took the clippers off my harness. Well, I left the axes a little more accessible this year to enable my hopes of “training” on holds at home during the off season. But the short of it is another Ice season is over way to quickly. It’s been a good one though. I didn’t come close to my twenty day mark, but I lead some harder stuff than last season and I’ll rest easy with this year’s accomplishments. The good news is there’s only eight, maybe eight and a half months until the start of the next season.
I used to hate winter. I’ve never really gotten into skiing, so it’s always been a season to endure with deep cold and early darkness that has simply gotten in the way of my other pursuits. But it has become my most anticipated season of year offering the chance of a fresh angle on our coveted pursuit of climbing, and a few really good beers. Ice season came and went quickly this year, but my dreams for next season lead me to believe that, maybe, its better this way.