our first night on the West Ridge of Mount Hunter.
"there are strange things done in the midnight sun, but the men that moil for gold".
I started climbing in 1983 when living in Alaska. I was 26 years old then and really got into the dark, cold, remote feel of ice climbing and the alaskan winter. I emersed myself into the sport, and refine it as my religion still today. Funny, i didnt start rock climbing until the summer of 1988. I moved out of Alaska 21 years ago, but can't get it out of my blood. seen here on my 7th return trip.
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