Since the alps are experiencing the worst snow since Al Gore invented Global Warming right after his internet trip, Daizy and I have been practicing some unorthodox suffering. Typical routines include cheese-gorging, followed by icy randonees and failed alpine experiments in cold-snap wind events.
If I missed the last lift down, I was going to quit climbing for good (again). Luckily I left enough cordalette to fashion a noose or tit-prusik for this highly probable outcome.
Overall, it was quite fun. I like snow-on-rock climbing. We must do more.
Snow you bastard, just snow.