Oh you wanna go up there?

Guess I don't look as supercool in my new Mammut jacket as I thought.
There's only so much a jacket can be expected to do, I guess.

It did keep me dry while Steve and I waited out the sprinkley showers up at Pearly Gates in Leavenworth on Sunday.
We got there nice and early. He led a 5.8 pitch with some heavenly name. Then it started hailing. We went around the corner and camped on a big rock and talked about life, the universe, everything, and snowboards until it stopped. Everything dried out pretty quickly and we got back to business. Around 2, he started another 5.8 pitch with another heavenly name, I heard thunder. Only it wasn't thunder. It was a huge fucking avalanche rockfall that mowed down everything in its path including several trees and chewed up the area we had been occupying earlier. After the dust cloud cleared (literally) and we could see and hear each other again. Steve firmly announced that he was going to quickly finish the route and lower off the chains. Someone didn't want us there and we were taking the hint and going to get ice cream.
I had chocolate ice cream with extra cookie dough and he had cake batter ("why would you come here and not have cake batter", he asks) squished together with alot of other stuff.
Then we took out chips and diet cokes and hit the road.

Another exciting day in Icicle Creek.