Of wild wind, wild cats and wild men

Over the years I have shared many fine adventures with my friend Eamonn. Lately a few common threads seem to run through these outings: virgin ice, early starts, long approaches, and sandblasting spindrift. Last Saturday was no exception.


Eamonn enjoying a brief windless interlude...

... that of course was too good to last.

A fine position on the edge of the range.

At times the wind was so strong (gusts of over 160 km/h were recorded on ridge tops), the spindrift did not even make it down.

On the approach we followed the tracks of a mountain lion.


A fondness for ice climbing and good looks seem to go together. Photo: Eamonn Walsh.

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