This weekend was one of those times when things weren’t really that great, but I was so psyched just to be outside playing in the snow and on the ice that I really didn’t care. Hunter and I drove all the way down to Maple just to see if the ice was in (it wasn’t), before settling on a quick lap up the Great White Icicle when we rolled back into SLC. Even that wasn’t in all the way. Not really. There was about six feet of paper-thin ice over rock near the top, so we rappelled from the last anchor. I didn’t care one bit that we didn’t top out.
I also didn’t care that snow conditions weren’t very good when Rick, Jess, and I went skiing on Sunday. It was just awesome to be out on the skis. Later on the in the year I may be picky about snow conditions and bummed when the ice isn’t in, but for now, I’m just happy to feel some cold air on my face after a long, hot summer.
