minding the gap

So this morning I was 7m high hanging from an ice wall. Yep, that's right. In the store where i work there is kind of an ice-cold camara where you can ice climb. That's the so called Vertical Chill. People pay to do workshops or just trainning, but the staff can climb it anytime when the shop is closed. Some of the guys from my floor do it twice a week. They invited me. So after crawling out of my bed at 6:30am I was there, all set: ski trousers, hard shell jacket, thick gloves, boots, helmet. You can only imagine how sexy I was. hummm.

Basically, you hold two axes (little ponty hammers) and get a pair of crampons attached to your feet. Then, you just hit the iced wall with that (one pointy stuff at a time) and start to... climb it. It sounds pretty tough, but it's not that bad. Of course it's a fuckin' work out. And it's fun...!

I thought I wouldn't reach the top in my first time... well, I did. Three times! Yay! WICKED - look at me trying to work on my ridiculously fake british accent; for now I'd better stick with my canadian one even though people don't seem to fancy it so much (specially 'cause it sounds american and you know nobody likes them).

posted by carol de marchi @ 1:26 PM