🔻From @jer.collins :
“I see sunlight kissing the summits of Egger and Standhardt from my bed, and bark another "WooHOO!" from far beneath folds of fabric even though no-one can hear me. Shouting to each-other in this wind has become a labor we have retired from long ago.
We hear a "WHUMPHHH!" from the cave and turn to see my sleeping bag being vacuum-sucked out of the cave flapping wildly in the sky, snapping and whipping like a windsock. One lone fingertip of a zipper caught between two rocks is the only thing keeping it from flying to Tierra Del Fuego- the not-so-nearby end of the earth. Aaron returns from a bathroom break that surely felt like peeing off the side of a semi-truck at 90 mph on the interstate. Eventually he realizes his sleeping bag was taken by the demanding wind, and sent to places and heights unknown. We searched for over an hour, and he headed back down the grande glacier, head hung low, not willing to suffer another storm without a place to hide. The sleeping bag was never seen again.”