I hadn’t planned to wear my spikes again, but I’m glad I did.
Leon took us off the trail-proper and next thing I knew we were dodging alongside the river on a slicked-icy trail that would have been technically challenging even in far better conditions. As it was, we spent half our time clambering through the trees trying to find safe pass over some treacherously icy patches.
We survived a good couple klicks of those conditions, careful and meticulously, over frozen ice-flows and spike-scratched patches… and then I promptly fell on my ass when we got back on the so-called “good” trail.
The rest was pretty gravy, but the sun tucked behind some clouds and the temperature dropped enough that we didn’t linger too long.