
As you can see I'm glad that even with my own relatively stout frame I didn't blow the screamer and the ice screw did exactly what it was meant to. So that's another climbing cherry popped - my first real fall onto a screw...
"Let it be one cheerful rational voice amidst the din of mourners and polemics." Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1840. A Brit-in-Helsinki's blog about global politics, climbing, cycling, things that annoy me and other bits of life. But not necessarily in that order.
4 comments:
oops! glad you're ok - how did the fall happen? Did it stem from the weirdness of using leashless tools?
how did you get them back?
Did you let go of both axes before you took the whipper? as they seem to be still well placed
hope you are ok!? where was that? and why?
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