We made it back down to the Hogsback and unroped, ate a bit, drank a bit, and I coiled the rope and put it back in my pack. A lot of people were getting ready to descend, so we really wanted to get going to get out in front of them on the short but steep traverse that leads down to the wide, open snow slope to the Palmer snowfield. The shot above was a last look at the upper mountain and those souls still headed up it. (I'm sure there were another hundred headed up later in the day.)
Note the "grooves" worn into the the steep slopes to the left of the route. That's what happens when rocks fall, my friends. Don't be here for long. |
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