Ice climbing.  This year’s ice season in the Northeast, in the words of Tony, “You can’t image how most great in many years ago this season I recommend this season having been.”  This is me in pain, as I haven’t been climbing very much.  I guess this is why it took me so long.  Despite having a fantastic ice season this year, the weather warmed up while we were there.  It was like it was waiting for us to come to destroy our hopes and dreams.  By “our,” I mean “Tony’s.”  It was still fun, but Tony was annoyed at me for taking so long.  We only did one climb that day.  I had to brave the treacherous raging stream underneath me threatening to swallow my foot whole to get to the climb only for me to double back.  A man next to us soloed four climbs while we did one.  What can I say?  My fear got the best of me.  I still had fun.