Ice Axing Your Way To The TopBob Dowling
At 1:30 a.m., Win Whittaker's voice broke the bunkhouse stillness. It was the news we had prayed for: a windless starry June night, firm snow, no precipitation. "Dress light. Eat as much as you can. We'll rope up in an hour," he said.
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