Dan and Pete have been on a high climbing adventure, pete has written a lovely blog about their adventure.
The towering south face of the Pouce glows grey in the moonlight against the night sky, the only thing I’ve seen for the last six hours as I drift in and out of consciousness. I can even see it when I close my eyes; its scars and cracks, the dark shadows of its roofs, have burned their image onto my retinas. Dan’s alarm sounds – we can stop pretending to be asleep, but the slightest movement puffs the warm air from our down jackets. We continue to lie perfectly still for a few more minutes, delaying the inevitable. Eventually, Dan, closest to the stove, puts the water on to boil for our first cup of tea, setting up the pizza box windbreak to quiet the hungry spluttering of the gas flame in the surprisingly-cold dawn breeze.
We quietly gulp down our steaming tea, contemplating our immediate future. With nearly four…
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