It's located in a little side canyon off Hwy 145 in SW Colorado. It's a bit of a gem b/c it doesn't come in all that often. This was a rare year. It's called "The fang", but not to be confused with the climb of the same name just outside of Vail.Originally Posted by Lex Luthier
The region is a bit of a mecca for climbing ice, with Ouray, Silverton/Eureka, Telluride hosting a slew of truly world class waterfall ice classics.
I miss the Valley...
after our last snow:
Last edited by CSW; 01-27-2017 at 07:13 AM.
"... And miles to go before I sleep".
Never been in a salt mine. Been in a dozen or so coal mines, the last one with a 4.5' seam. The coolest was a lead mine over in MO. The pillars there were 80' high. It did look like LOTR.They leave big sections of the salt in place, called pillars, to support the roof. Coal mines are much more fragile and the space between pillars is much smaller than in a salt mine. After being in coal mines, a salt mine is like going on vacation. Much bigger roadways and much higher ceilings (many coal mines you can't even stand up in) and virtually no chance of a cave in...oh yeah and no methane in a salt mine so no big risk of explosions.
Here's another pic.
On the job at a coal mine in Central Illinois.
Wash plant at the coal mine where my father worked. I took this as an "art" photo sometime in the early 90's.
The coal mine my GG Grandfather owned.
Geology field trip. North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
MY 40th birthday present to myself.
Some of those coal miners and wood hicks (WV term for loggers) were tough men. Growing up my next door neighbor was a miner. Came home every day covered in coal dust, except around his eyes where he must have worn eyepro.
His wife always packed him a big lunch with a dessert. He always ate dessert first; when I asked him why he said "well down in the mine we always eat dessert first. That way if the mine falls in on me in the middle of lunch, at least I had dessert."
He died of black lung.
The goon in the cowboy hat is my father. 1979 Berkshire Mountains Bluegrass Festival.
On the job at a coal mine in Central Illinois.
Wash plant at the coal mine where my father worked. I took this as an "art" photo sometime in the early 90's.
The coal mine my GG Grandfather owned.
Geology field trip. North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
MY 40th birthday present to myself.
First 'vette?
With all the mining posts it reminded me of when my two friends and I came upon an old copper mine in the Wrangells of Alaska back in 1986...
There's nothing civil about this war.
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Urban renewal at work....
Taking the boy for a walk.
Last edited by Larry Sellers; 02-01-2017 at 12:18 PM.
Look! Just because we're bereaved, that doesn't make us saps!
Starting the trip up Shasta.
Later.
Me and a buddy before our cherry jump into LZ Pickle.
Lover's Leap in the background.
Beginning the long range movement in Silver Creek.
Out on a ski march above Wolf Creek.
Me and a buddy in Summit Meadow.
Is the boy you were proud of the man you are?
Fimbo iliyo mkononi, ndio iuwayo nyoka!
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