Impending Gloom Thank Christ my legs felt good, spinning a steady tempo as the sweat wept from my brow, gradually forming blobs that dripped down the inside of sunglass lenses. This climb over half an hour old by now, definitely getting older by the minute. Redundant phone, no GPS signal and a trail ‘map’ that was an abstract masterpiece lacking essential detail. This ascent should apparently top out at Champoussin at 1580m but the Garmin altimeter had clicked way beyond that, the relief of reaching the peak tempered by the uneasy impression that dropping down the far side would guarantee…
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