/November 2, 2011 by Eric Dacus You put up with the grind of work or school as long as you can or is required. But then, one day, the phone rings one too many times, or the line at the gas pumps seems unending. The air smells bad. The food foul. ‘Enough of this’ you cry. You grab your ice tools and are gone.” — Duane Raleigh — Wishing there was ice to climb, could use the head clearing nature of this type of climbing.