Patagonia Field Report: Disaster Style ... air I gasp. My breath freezes. I stare at the summit and then glance down the rope, disappearing to the belay. A mile of chaos crumbles, falls, disintegrates ...
Patagonia Field Report: Unroped The halo of Ward Robinson’s headlamp swept down onto me as he doubled over at the waist to brush snow from a key handhold. I knew that ...