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I never thought I would solo that one! |
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Back when I climbed that one... |
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Looking up at pitch 12 traverse |
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Me looking weirder than usual. |
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My journal from day 7. The only day I actually wrote in it. |
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Encouraging smile, good morning America! |
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Pitch 10 anchor? Still haven't taken down my ledge for the day. |
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Waving goodbye to the last people for a while |
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Ibuprofen breakfast methinks |
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Lovely cracks |
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The bit I didn't lead. My high point is the green rope. |
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Brit-photo looking down at me from the top of the traverse. |
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Trying to dry stuff at belay 6 |
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Somewhat grim night |
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Wet wet wet under the ledge fly. |
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Looking up at what would become the cluster, early morning. |
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Looking a bit scared at bivy 1 (pitch 2 anchors) |
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No, we didn't just get off of Nutcracker |
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Down to the East Ledges! |
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Happy to have found some abandoned water |
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Look Shaun, there's your truck! |
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Where's the rack? Oh there it is on the ground! |
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The lurking fear has been vanquished! |
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Spot the climber perhaps a third of the way up on the arete |
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Final anchors of the official route |
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