Brian and I challenged ourselves a bit more on this trip. We went up to Rocky Mountain National Park to climb All Mixed Up again. We've both done the route a number of times, but the moderate ice and multi-pitch aspect of the climb are appealing. Brian led pitches 1 and 3 and I led pitch 2. As we climbed, I kept hearing voices and thought there was something wrong with me until Brian said the same thing at an anchor. We finally figured out there was a Native American down at Mills Lake having some sort of ceremony. He was singing and chanting and we could hear him well from way up on the climb.