This was one of the scarier leads I've done on either rock or ice. The route was significantly thinner than usual, but still seemed fine. However, much of the ice was rotten and protection was marginal. In retrospect, a different route choice would have been good. By the time I had finished the horrendous lead, my belayer's hands were basically frozen, so I rapped and we headed to work--I still feel bad that he stood there and watched me and got no climbing in.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."