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We came to the ice wall in gale winds, a forty-degree slab glistened in our way. Scree stung our faces, beards frozen with snot, we wondered if anything sacred even existed in this Godforsaken place. Six-hundred meters of free fall was behind us to rock bottom, time was growing short, we had to move quickly, before we froze our ***** off, literally. So there we went... straight up the wall, swinging our axes like wild men with clubs. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** Breath. Ahhhhh. Breath. Ahhhh. Breath. Ahh. Whew, thank God for these ninety-dollar crampons, we couldn't have done this without them.
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Thanking God For Ninety-Dollar Crampons
We came to the ice wall in gale winds, a forty-degree slab glistened in our way. Scree stung our faces, beards frozen with snot, we wondered if anything sacred even existed in this Godforsaken place. Six-hundred meters of free fall was behind us to rock bottom, time was growing short, we had to move quickly, before we froze our ***** off, literally. So there we went... straight up the wall, swinging our axes like wild men with clubs. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** ka-chink. ***** ***** Breath. Ahhhhh. Breath. Ahhhh. Breath. Ahh. Whew, thank God for these ninety-dollar crampons, we couldn't have done this without them.
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
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