I began leading ice two days ago. I chose a WI3 called Arethusa Falls, the tallest waterfall in New Hampshire. It was somewhat of a trial by fire, but i held it together through the most dangerous moments of my life. there is hardly any room for error on the sharp end on ice. you simply cannot fall or else you risk a 33% of a life altering injury or even worse. You mustn’t start up that frozen wall unless you have full confidence to finish the endeavor. When I pulled through the last bulge and topped out Arethusa, I saw god at the top and punched him in the jaw. the sun shone upon me and granted me its warmth after a bitter cold fight. I turned around to look at the beauty of the valley behind me and I let out a howl. I am an ice climber. I am fearless and in control.
