Here’s the
dilemma. When you pack crampons you don't expect to ski. So
when you go skiing you don’t bring your crampons. So what do you do when the
snow surface changes from breakable crust to a layer of mirror
reflecting ice within sight of the summit? If you are Rob and I, we skinned while reciting the mantra of ‘just don’t fall’. When this started to seem utterly
suicidal, we shouldered our skis and started kicking steps into the ice. It was a
beautiful ski despite the horrible conditions. The winds were calm, the view
was as good as it gets in New England, and it was T-shirt weather. Now if only my
adrenaline wasn’t pumping from the fear of sliding all the way back to Hanover
on my butt after missing a kickstep, I wouldn’t complain!
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