Comments: Holy mackerel Goodhue! 2/3 of the way up this route today (which felt like tough 3 to me with fairly brittle ice the entire way) I tasted something sweet in my mouth. I chose to spit just ever-so-daintily and splattered the ice with blood. My partner, Ian, called me out on this at the belay: "Dude . . . did you leave blood on that route?"
I recall dislodging some mini-blocks toward my general face area . . . can never swing gently enough. Such a great climb!