Adrien and I decided that normal daylight climbing was way too mainstream, so naturally, we went ice climbing at Mt. Seymour, at night. Adrien, the overachiever, brought his skis and skintracked up in the dark, arriving at base camp by 7pm like some kind of alpine ninja. We got our top rope set up just as the wind cranked up and the snow started falling, because what’s more fun than being lowered down an icy wall while the weather throws a tantrum? Spooky doesn’t even begin to cover it.
We wrapped up by 8:45pm and made a speedy retreat back to the car, half praying to make it down without tripping over a rogue ice axe.
Fast forward to today, we thought, “Hey, maybe something a little drier?” Nope. We headed up Mt. Mercer where the valley was drenched in pouring rain. But, surprise surprise, the alpine gods smiled on us with some killer views, briefly, before reminding us why rain jackets exist. By the time we were heading out, we were absolutely soaked and looking like wet rats, but hey, beautiful day and good vibes.
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