What I like about the Rockies is that if I was there and I wanted to go climbing I could. But if I'm here and I want to go climbing right now, THERES NO FUCKING ICE.
Ahem.
Perhaps my reading comprehension is poor, but all I see is references to polar bears fucking and a weird voodoo skull. I do believe that I was the first to point out the way core nalgene cantene on the desk, thank you very much.
They forgot:
Know how to live in truck for weeks at a time without getting molested by the rangers.
Know how to bivy without getting molested by snaffles.
Know how to eat well on five dollars a week.
Know how to properly pack Rasta Bivy kit.
On the approach you will encounter wet snow and rain. On the climb you will encounter wet snow and rain.
But it doesn't really matter because you won't be going in there to climb anyway.