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| The Waddington Traverse | ||
| by Colin Haley |
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 anting, I lean into the slope. My right arm burns with lactic acid, but whole-body exhaustion from another full day of continous climbing is what is really slowing me down now. This ice chopping would be a lot easier if we’d brought real ice tools, but more importantly, we wouldn’t be chopping at all if only we’d brought a couple screws and a v-threader. However, in the last light of evening, Mark and I are chopping yet another bollard on the east face of Asperity. We are anchored to nothing. |
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