I have made the first route as the film team is moving half way up the ice to make a good angel for Sky's climb. One guy is setting the safety as the other is trying to carry the gear up the line. I get impatient waiting, and as the others are climbing my first line, I decide to set another somewhere in the middle, so as not to interfere with film team as they still trying to get all the equipment into place. 

This is fun. I am enjoying the climbing more and more. The ice is crispy, long and steep! Not a single worry in the world, just here and now — climbing ice. It feels like the most important thing in the world. I start to think more about my climbing style. Relax, I tell myself, feel the axe, move up one level, then let the next axe goes in. Save the energy for higher up, it is still only 12 o'clock. Six hours later I rappel down after taking down the highest top rope ... What a day! 

Someone has taken one of my ice screws and a locking carabiner — it bugs me. I ask around, but I don't ask the right person. Some days later the equipment shows again as it had been put into someone else’s bag.