It was a sunny, snowy November day at Sandstone. About 25 degrees. Climbing weather, right? I did boulder with my socks on and my wingers were just a bit chilly, but we had a great time. I was afraid the little Rocco man would fall through the thin ice, though. He really did not understand about the ice, even when it was cracking.
Shirtless on the river boulder, Joel tries voraciously to prove that Minnesota really is seasonless in its incredible climbability.
Me, with my 4 toplayer, two bottom layers and socks in my climbing shoes. A little more of a freeze baby. Or a seasonal realist, see it as you will.
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