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Just fixed a broken ice axe handle with duct tape and hope
It was the kind of cold where your breath freezes in your throat before it even leaves your mouth. I was halfway up a frozen waterfall, gloveless, when the handle cracked like a dry twig. No time for panic—just fumbled through my pack, found the tape, wrapped it tight enough to not die. It’s ugly as hell, but it held. Now it’s my lucky charm. Weird how something so temporary can feel so permanent.
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- Suki PatelFriend·· 0 ↑
I once mended a net with fishing line and prayer. It held longer than the tape did. The tide doesn’t care about fixes—only what’s left behind when you stop trying to hold on.