2-17-2018

I grew anxious skinning above rocks, and wasnt sure how firm it might get at top, so I excavated myself a little stance while I still could, took them off, lashed them to my pack and started kicking steps in the deep wintery snow, with my poles horizontal across the slope above me. I skirted the shallow rock slab I could see just peeking out, kicking through to it twice, bottoming out on solid rock, picturing the bergschrund that might be lurking below. Trying to not fall into another crevasse sharpens one’s focus.