Climb the sustained crack towering in the distant horizon of our shiver-bivvy, seen to the left and up:
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Upon awakening at the ungodly hour of 10:30 A.M, we decided after imbibing a few choice beverages that a siege was out of the question.
We would be much better off setting up yet another advanced camp, pictured here in the distance:
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Exhausted from the approach, we decided some snifters of brandy were in order. Things were getting ugly as we had run out of snuff and scrips by this point.
Nonetheless, we pushed on, and after much punishment we reached the base of our visionary line. here, Pax is loading the horrendous amount of gear required (notice how thin he is from the days of wasting work):
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Pax set out on lead, plugging gear into the crumbling alpine kitty litter with heroic fortitude, and after almost insurmountable bodily strain, reaches the summit with a desperate flop:
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I followed, barely able to hang on to my senses, truly impressed with the intestinal integrity it took to lead this horrorshow.
Sadly, our summit cache of morphine had been filched by some previous sicko masochists that dared this monster.
So, there we were, faced with a vertiginous descent without opiates - and frightening it was, as we gaped down over the three distant ridges of doom, our basecamp seeming far away indeed:
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After much arduous traversing we finally reached the warmth of our site, and imbibed heavily in celebration of surviving this epic with all of our digits and wits intact.
Gear Notes:
portable pharmacy
dancing girls
red shark
lawyers, guns
10 foot pitches make it more memorable
Approach Notes:
Trail from hell, expect multiple bat encounters,
as well as cache-stealing robbers
