We climbed the tallest mountain in Italy! (Well, that’s fully in Italy ). Our first summit in the Alps was less than perfect, but perfectly memorable. We started at 4:40 am in mild weather and roped on the glacier just after sunrise. Less than a half hour before reaching the top, a whiteout obscured the views and by the time we descended, we were pelted with hail, then snow. Add in ridiculously soft snow and you had an exhausted, unhappy team post holing our way back to the hut. Oh, and did I mention the wicked head cold that hit the night before? Suffice it to say that the Alps are testing us before our next big objective. Wish us luck!
P.S. Photo taken in Alabama Hills. No time to go through my photos from yesterday’s climb yet!