So of course right after we have our high-altitude drink we set off on a brutally long and steep enough traverse (with no serious consequences, fortunately). These shots are always so cool - but I never get the really good ones because I've always got my hands full trying not to fall. This is just the very beginning, which was quite benign compared to later (30-degree plus, 50 lbs. pack, soft snow, tired as hell, rock cliffs 200 feet below, that sort of thing - you know, "Casual," as Bruce pronounced it). Anyway, we made it. It was actually a pretty quick way to get down, comparatively. And our only other choice was to drop down a steep avalanche chute, again, midday. Nice and warm snow. Not good. No thanks. |