Well, Paul has written the last chapter so all that remains is the Epilogue for this holiday, one of the best and most enjoyable ice trips yet.
I had been knackered and limping since end of first week, following the epic walk in to the Black Mount, a wilderness within a wilderness.
Paul had lasted a bit longer but breaking trail through fresh, deep and unpredictable snow on the ‘Stanley Major’ effort finally did his back in.
That night, we both hobbled back from the Drake with the implicit agreement this was the end. After all, we’d been out every single day for 2 weeks, albeit some days were shorter than others.
So next day, we completed the final, and most important, chore of the holiday….return of the ’empties’.