by peter » Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:26 pm
Nova Scotia Ice is a temptress, a she-devil, who has led me on so many times, only to stand me up, leaving me looking foolish with nothing but an ice tool in my hand.
I am going back to bed until mid-January, with a bag of chips, a six pack of beer, and some good climbing mags.
Wake me up when we have had two straight weeks of cold nights, there is a good layer of snow and ice on the ground, and the sun has begun pressing the meltwater into shape.
Then it's, "Dibs on the first (wet) lead at the Flintstone Quarry!"
A monk asked Quiglin Shiqian, "What is a person who has realized the Way?"
Quiglin said, "Embracing the ice and snow, head and eyebrows held high."