The boys sail through some ice and head south to find more big walls. This time they walk into a fog and come out in front of a big wall. They climb until 1am and then set up what they call a shiver bivy. Sitting on top of the mountain in the wind and the cold is what mountaineers endure, it is what I call a fine and pleasant misery.
An exploration of adventures big and small, of the body, mind, and spirit.
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