Frankenstein is In?

Hoping against hope, Matt and Dennis drove up to Frankenstein Cliff see if any ice was in. Though the ice wasn't quit fat, they were rewarded for their faith and for their effort.

Ice climbing has supplanted rock climbing as my favorite sport. It killed me last winter knowing that it would be my one and only ice season. Though I'm encouraged by all the "ice talk" at my local Maryland gym, there's no substitute for climbing with your friends--for whom you enjoy as company and trust implicitly with your life.