Road signs also strangely mutated as we left the US behind. Many other features were similarly cryptic or humorous. Besides the skewed cultural experience, we had come for the famous Orient Bay ice. In this region, the ice climbing is cold, desolate and world-class. In the frigid winter nights, every bit of seepage freezes glassy and solid to vertical surfaces.
Valleys fill with white flows and waterfalls change to stable curtains of ice.
Now in my room, I sit and relax and wait for morning.