We were all packed and everything.
Then we woke up at 9:30 instead of 6:00. Oops. With a three hour one way journey, the ice climbing day was now out of the question… sigh… But. With 6 hours round trip train time, a 90 swiss franc transport bill, for possible top roping ice, the universe may have made the right decision for us.
But as I sit in my lab, weighing chunks of raw chicken for a food experiment later this week, I feel a whole lot less awesome then I do when I am ice climbing.