Not too many words for this one on Hueco Tanks.

We went, we climbed, we had fun.

Photo courtesy of Andy Mann. The photo is me sticking the crux move of Barefoot on Sacred Ground, a V12 in Hueco.

Chuck Fryberger is a Cloudveil Ambassador and frequent contributor to The Mountain Culture.

I think it was last summer that I was telling a friend about the “Screaming Meemies” (A.K.A. the Screaming Barfies) and how bad they suck and how I thankfully haven’t gotten them in a few years. I totally jinxed myself. The Screaming Meemies happen when you over-grip your ice tools and all the blood rushes out of your hands as you climb. You’re hands feel like blocks by the time you get to the belay, you clip into the anchor, relax and then it starts. The blood rushes back into your hands and the short lived pain starts.

So in the past few weeks I’ve made the trek over to Cody, Wyoming a couple times with my buddy Brian Prax to get some of the great ice they’ve had this year. On our first climb, I had the pleasure of getting some of the Meemies and Brian had the pleasure of documenting it with his camera. So putting all ego aside, I put the sequence together and added commentary to this painful process know as the “Screaming Meemies”. So remember kid’s, DON’T OVER GRIP YOUR ICE TOOLS!

Photos courtesy of Brian Prax

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