Day 5 - April 22
Summit one claimed, no casualties.
Lead by an elfish kiwi with more experience climbing than I have breathing, I foolishly crept up a vertical wall of ice wielding an axe in either hand. Astonished, I reached the crest unscathed. Another day of life awaits, at least the view is nice at the top of everything.
Tomorrow will be another day of drills wherein are encouraged to step far too close to the edge of icy crevasses of the glacier below. On the ice field living on the edge seems more terrifying than exhilarating.
Much Advil awaits.