The very first bit was that lovely dancey balance-shifting sort of face climbing that I love so much. That lasted for about 10 feet. Then the meat of the climb required wide angle stemming for, say, the next 100 feet or so. You know, the hip-popping calf-cramping variety. My mantra up the crack was "I'm so glad I'm not leading this, I'm so glad I'm not leading this." Not that there was ever any chance I would. I felt so tough, and relieved, when I finally crested the huge ledge where we united with the Durrance party.
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