Icey and dicey

Slick on the front porch and steps in the morning; we scrounged up just enough rock salt to make the steps safe by late morning, and off we went, to the sunny side of the street fro a couple of nice jaunts.
Short climbing session, just all right; a relatively unknown acquaintance joined us, and it's interesting what such activity can reveal about a person. I'm willing to try again, but I was a bit taken aback by her imperiousness. It takes some reps to work out things about people.
Evening visit with good friends, and musings about what lies ahead; I lost the wreath race this year.