The Other Side of the Highway

I thought the other side of the canyon, the east side, would be better for climbing.  There was more afternoon sun, maybe less snow, and it seemed a little lower.  In the event, the first five hundred feet may have been worse, slippery and steep.  Working along the ridge, over a series of small ledges, may have been better, though.  The views, at any rate, were as good as those from the west side.