I knew going down, that this was going to be a problem going back up. And I was right. But I couldn't stop when I was going down, so I told myself that it would melt a little by the time I was heading home. But it was pretty clear that I need to turn around. So I gave it my best shot. Got about 1/2 way up and the bike got off line and then went down. It was so slick, I could hardly stand up without falling. How the hell was I supposed to pickup my bike. There is only one way home and it involves getting up this mofo sheet of ice. Well the ice wasn't too thick, so I managed to shut the bike down and smashed through the ice with a sharp rock to get some footing. Got the bike up and dumped it to the side on a heap of snow and shut off the gas. Then I went to task smashing up a 4ft x 4ft section of the ice so I could exit stage left and go around the worst of the ice. The plan worked and I was off again until the engine died (forgot to turn the fuel back on lol). I'm always worried about getting myself into something I can't get out of when ridding solo. But it's a good feeling when you make it work, with what you have. BTW the pic is where I stashed the bike after I picked it up. It fell right in the middle of ice with the bars on the low side.