Knowing that it was going to be far less comfortable than hanging out in the desert, Jen and I decided to head north and get in some ice climbing while the season was in full swing. So, we cruised through SLC to drop off the bikes and pick up the ice gear, and headed to Bozeman, Montana.
Hyalite seemed like a good place to get in a bit of mileage before going farther North into Canada, but our timing was kinda shit. After a couple days on some of the classics, a cold front hit the entire western part of the continent and dropped the daytime temps to -23F where we were. That was enough to make the climbing no fun and drive us out of the van and force us to get a hotel room for the first time in nine months. We festered for a few days catching up on lots of Archer, and eventually we moved back into the van and back into the canyon (farther up the road this time, as the police had already kicked us out of the lower lot).
Temps climbed into the teens for our last days there. And I got to finish off the trip by leading the Scepter, which was in especially interesting three-dimensional shape. It was great to close off the Montana leg with a difficult lead and confirm that I still remember how to climb steep ice after all these months on the rock. Now, off to Canada.