Tuesday June 16th, 1998
I was wondering what I’d feel like this morning. Hours and hours in planes and airports. Beds I’m not used to. People I’ve never met. Hours in snowshoes. And not enough sleep. I feel pretty good – better than expected.
There were several differences of opinion on what we should do. Tony and Pete (our Canadians) wanted to go further “away” to climb other peaks and just taking a bit of food for a couple of days. Others wanted to slowly head towards the pick-up spot and climb other things along the way. With no defined leader, we compromised with heading off to the other side of the valley to climb an interesting looking peak. With nothing to judge distance, that mountain that looked 10-15km away was more likely 20-25. It was. Skiers are much faster than hikers, I packed too much, and we hadn’t eaten enough. Tony and Pete’s idea was starting to look like the right answer, and I was wishing I had brought a sled. I thought I was bad, but Bill was really dragging and Jack said his ankle was hurting.
The five of us stopped 3km from where Pete, Tony, and Greg were camping. Without the pack, I was feeling great. I dug a large pit to put the tent in, to help with the wind that was picking up.
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