In the Ghost Saturday

A month off of climbing, what was I thinking? Back into one of my favourite places, the Ghost. Stepping out of car to the chill of air and starting the familiar pre-climb routine. Putting on my insulated pants, 3 layers of socks, foot warmers, my cheapo approach gloves, climbing boots, gaiters. Eventually hoisting the pack on my back, always abit surprised at the weight and starting out.

The route (I can't remember the name grrrr). Walking on the frozen and not so frozen creek, soloing up the ice. I feel my breath quickening as my cardio is taxed and I fall behind Colin. I'm not suited to this type of movement and as per usual I wonder why my cardio isn't better. I seem to be built for steep pitches of ice where my strength can be used and I go hard with a rest at the belay station. But the continuous movement of this climb is taxing for me.

We are hoping to happen upon an unclimbed line that Colin had spied the weekend before. This was not to be as it wasn't in the drainage we were climbing. We ascend a snow slope to reach the other drainage. I start to use the mountaineers "rest step" to be more efficient. I know that my movement in the mountains is still at times uncoordinated and could use improvement.

We find ourselves looking down the drainage that hosts the Beowolf climb and some assorted climbs with the name Devil in them. We do some fun Gr 3 climbing. The day is gorgeous, it is warm and sunny. The descent down this drainage is beautiful with plenty to downclimb. We do climb the line that Colin thought was unclimbed but we realize it is mentioned in the book, so no FA today!