FTR, I do not love ‘the cold’. But I love ice climbing and ski touring, and so I suffer (not so silently) 😉
I am grateful that I have a learned tolerance of suffering and that I know how to minimize my discomfort through extra measures of self-care, like:
- stripping down naked to replace some key layers after the sweaty hike
- climbing in the sun
- avoiding deep-freeze days all together, if possible.
I wanted to write this blog to capture a moment in time. I am in a transition – but aren’t we (meaning I) always? I have had that sentiment of “This is as good as it gets” again (see previous blog here). This is a profound sentiment for me as I am the embodiment of chasing goals and greener grass. Its rare when I can find a space of appreciating where I am, realizing that one day I will ‘really’ know how good I had it.
I find this profound too: Currently, I am using it on night shift on an industrial job in the world of avalanche control. I am using it as I transition into a new career. I use it to accept my path thus far (childless and without much financial stability/security).
Tim and I felt like weekend warriors last weekend. We are both working a lot and we took a couple precious days to play hard. We have times of tension between us when we are maximizing to make the most of limited days off – our stress gets darted across the front seat of the truck to the nearest beating heart. Unfortunately, that is not a great relationship strategy. But you know what is? Having full-day adventures together where the problem-solving requires a team effort.
We did one day of ski touring in the K3 cat-skiing tenure (where Tim works) and had one magical day of ice climbing on a rarely formed gem in the Okanagan.
One highlight of our skin back to the truck was coming across a herd of caribou tracks. I am so grateful to live on a part of this planet that these experiences exist.
Mythologic 140m WI6 first ascent info
It is a rare year when the cold lasts so long that there are numerous days to climb this route in the Florida of BC!
A golden magical sceptre calling to my heart and imagination,
Intimidating icicles, daunting approach
just out of reach for a nervous girl
how to swing, kick, shake, and strategize
joy of finding ease
in back-steps, wide stances, long reaches, shoulder scums
dancing among icicles of
frozen champagne glistening in the sun
the gift of sunshine
warming me from
the inside out
melting my fear, dissolving my intimidation
hell ya, hooks help
and my encouraging beau
grins at our success.