My ax made a satisfying thwack into the ice as I pulled myself up, the crampons on my boots digging into the frozen cliff.
"How's the view from up there?" my guide called.
"Beautiful!" I yelled. And it was — from the ice-covered quarry walls of Sandstone's Robinson Park, I looked out over the snowy Kettle River, a high trestle bridge spanning in the distance. The valley below, encased in a layer of white, mirrored the cloud-filled sky.
It was an amazing, only-in-winter moment.
Getting there wasn't easy, though. During my first attempt at ice climbing, I gave up halfway, the tips of my fingers stinging with cold because I'd been gripping my axes too tightly. It was a newbie mistake — one that climbers call the "screaming barfies," said my guide Tony Vavricka, who owns climbing and rafting outfitter Hard Water Sports.
On my next ascent, I was able to relax my grip and make it to the top of the ice-covered sandstone cliff.
"You only have to do it once — you can talk about it for the rest of your life," Vavricka said after my successful climb.
I may do it again. But just trying a new winter sport was exhilarating.