We decided to conduct an alpine experiment. How much ice would there be on the Beehive in late October? Would we be able to climb it? Could unseasonably warm days, cold nights, and an early storm, create the necessary ingredients for ice…or not? Not quite sure what was in store for us, we brought along crampons, ice tools, a couple screws, a small rack, and loads of optimism.
Despite our early start, the formation was already in the sun when we reached the base. The veined gneiss contrasted against a perfect splitter blue sky. What a day it was! As we began to rack our gear, an immature golden eagle spiraled overhead surfing the early morning thermals. My mind drifted to some Leonard Cohen lyrics, “I thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture I never could decide…” The suggestion of a scavenger looming above was certainly not comforting, yet I felt calm. Matt hands me the rack and I sort the gear to my desire. As I begin the climb, thin ribbons of ice once attached to the rock shatter and create the eerie sound of wind chimes, fractals fall around us. The climb was … READ MORE >









