2-17-2018

Booting precariously up this steep slope, I glanced straight up above me to find this young guy leaning over the lip grinning goofily, then disappearing again. What the?! That is so uncool, standing on the cornice right above me, putting me right in his line of fire. That’s not how we do. When I crested the ridgetop, he was waiting there for me, wearing crampons, carrying an ice ax, hiking out to Price, he said, but it was taking too long. I suggested he could probably move a lot quicker without the crampons, on and off snow and rock the whole way, with no appreciable ice around, regardless. He didn’t much like my suggestion, and looked puzzled when I told him where I had come from. Great seeing kids out getting after it anyway, hope he’s picking up on it too.