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Finally at the summit, 8868ft. We spend ten minutes to rest and take a few pictures then, as we can see a number of climbers approaching the ridge, we head off so as to leave them a clear root. But also, as the sun rises, and the temperature with it, the snow gets soft. That edge was perilous enough when the footing was sound. |
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Dale and his Lego man mascot – certainly good luck on this expedition. |
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Dale, Steve and myself, moving back along the ridge to the crest of the massive drift, where we can begin our descent. |
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The last stretch of the ridge which drops back down from the mountains face, onto the glacier. Another team of climbers waits below. |
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Crossing the second glacier to the basin through which we ascended in the dark. We had roped-up at the foot of this foot of the large rocky outcropping, and soon we’d be able see the terrain that had surrounded us earlier that morning. |
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Looking back and the summit, and the ice ridge that we had traversed, wondering what an ascent of the rock face would be like. |
"I dream of hiking into my old age." - Marlyn Doan
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