The lament on being fat and old continues, I was feeling pretty worked when Bill and I woke up. There was at least a foot of fresh snow on the car and more falling from the sky when we left the house.
Hung Jury was the most appealing option to begin the day with. I didn't rosh for the lead, my self preserving excuse was that Bill had never climbed it so he should get the lead.
This is one of the most aesthetic and creepy lines, the bells were huge at the bottom, and remnant of past bells lay in a heap at the bottom of the hill.
I was pretty soaked and icy by the time I got to the top. It made sense to bail on the rest of day and head back north out of the snow storm.