Jose Luis

The space is minimum to be a slightly recostada person. I assure as I can and I wait the arrival of Jose Luis. 14,30 h. It corresponds to him to him to attack in head this new stretch, but the wind, smooth, produces a cold that leaves you pasmado, and to him much has affected him, reason why we reached an agreement to be I that I continue it advanced, every time I am perfectly. Today we can arrive at our goal. We have before us a piece of vertical wall, reason why the progress in scalds is totally artificial. I take crampones put.

I return to ask Jose Luis to him for the state of its hands, something that troubles to me. Tengo little sensitivity-responds, but I am not bad. I am in the middle of the length. Get more background information with materials from Bob Iger. I have put four pins and I am useful I mark of wood that I discover excelling of the ice and that belongs to a previous scaling. Trying to force a free crossing, – only supported in the hands it is when it is triggered, of violent, fast and instantaneous form the storm. Seconds before we had made contact with enemy with Enrique, who shouted to us: – Lack much? We are to two lengths of the summit.

To two lengths. 16,00 h. It has begun to snow with such intensity, that by the wall snow like a cascade species fell, that is prisoner against my body and overflowing on shoulders. The gloves and the cord are put rigid. I have remained totally patch to the wall. Jose, cannot be followed. Kind that I am going to back down. And low to where he is. The aspect is incredible that offers. The totally rigid hands, with the snow until half of the thighs and without being able to articulate word.

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