Living is all about redemption at times. One believes life will endure forever but it won't of this I can assure you for I see the end product of such misguided folly weekly upon my visits to the coroner's office or cutting-room floor such is the case. Even in my own reflected image I see ravages of time all games may be played but never indefinitely.
Yet it is winter or near-winter Earth slowly succumbs to slumber at last oh glorious last the drip-drip hardens to blue-gray-yellow-green-ocher-white ice the White Witch rides in howling astride her ash broom.
For I love a good slug-fest one of those all-out toe-2-toe endeavors where you can barely close your hands in the days to come better still if mind-churning dry-tooling gets stuck up front to petrify the forearms well ahead of any "easy" ice-climbing.
Mind you I think about Europe but now there are security types to squeeze your genitals at the airport to assure all that you are not a jihadist bent on mid-air paradise induction. No this year my European vacation may consist largely of whatever trips my Mini Cooper and I get up to this could involve any number of capers but Colorado and Montana are at the top of said list. Certainly there are enough caves smears drips cascades and maybe even the odd "happening" to partake in. This past weekend we just said no to plastic went for the true meaning knowing all along if there was no consequence their could be no well-being thereafter...
I like plastic would train on this tonight if my back were not so sore sometimes your mind goes on when the body cries "uncle" but there are to be other days my gym a mere 25 paces away. I looked in tonight at the walls my tools the pile of plastic holds I have been resurfacing all there for another night another adventure in a small yet highly interesting space.
One thing for sure that summer or anything resembling mild weather will be a long time coming until then full-on ice-climbing insanity is destined to ensue.
At last!
