Hidden hut
Phil digging out the door.
Great skiing again today, with a steep bit at one point and then a huge downhill traverse - I've developed a bad ankle that won't edge very well which is not so good. At the end of the steep bit I cut the corner to lessen the gradient under a huge cornice below a concave slope - I was glad the others could see me and I had a transceiver on in case it all went wrong.
A magnificent hut. I had managed to sleep through each night without having to make the short trip to the toilet hut, but this night I was woken by wolves howling - after a short period of terrification I realised it was phil snoring. Then I realised I was desparate for the toilet, and started thinking of trolls (not troels from The Killing) and The Shining and other scary things.
but I had to go. As soon as I got outside and saw the untouched snow (yesterday's footsteps had blown in) I felt completely safe.
Longshanks version:
- 0
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- Canon IXUS 105
- f/3.2
- 6mm
- 80
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