Red gripped the top railing, palms between the steel points, and hauled himself up. His descent on the other side was less coordinated, and he fell spread-eagled onto the main cable. A thin layer of ice coated its surface, making it near impossible to grip. He shuffled himself around and half sat on, half hugged, the line of steel. He tried to inch forward, but it was like climbing a popsicle. Every few feet he would slide back to his starting point. His hands hurt from his ascent of the ladder and he could find no footholds.