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I took another picture sitting on the summit cairn.
Now I needed to get off the mountain. I descended as fast as I could in the failing light,
and managed to make it to the meadows below the rock outcrops before I had to use my headlamp.
In the scrubby trees and rocks, I couldn't see the crest above me, but I managed to ascend in just the right spot to hit the pass.
Then it was just a jog down the trail to camp at 8pm, where Richard & Lynn had just started heading up to look for me. |
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