winter doth come

Mon, Sep 28, 2009

Batten down the hatches. Autumn is about to depart in haste as the north winds blow from the land of snow and ice. Later this week we’re expecting gale force northerlies with summit temperatures heading for the zero zone. My big boots are singing their siren song from the cupboard, nudging the crampons awake from their summer slumber. Not long ’til the first of the white stuff arrives and what better song to herald the first of the winter storms. The wild look in the eye as you stand atop gleaming white cliffs, battling into the maw of the white beast. Furious curtains of spindrift flying low across the land with the only living creature at that height, the lone climber…