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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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| An awesome bivy spot - Shaun sleeping soundly on my mat (his was at the bottom of the route...oops) |
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| Sunset from Thanksgiving Ledge |
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| Giving thanks on Thanksgiving Ledge |
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| Hard off-width leading to Thanksgiving Ledge |
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| The upper pitches of Lurking Fear: don't get caught here in a rainstorm |
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| The scene of Shaun's exciting off-route adventure |
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| Cleaning the traverse on pitch 12 |
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| Day two self-portrait. Enjoying the cooler temperatures. |
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