The final sting in the tail was a tough mixed climb up to the rocky summit of point Isabelle. It was the most difficult winter type climbing I had done in my life. Sparks were flying from my crampons as I tried to get grip on tiny flakes of rock. Julie decided to sit it out so it was just Jonathan and myself that did the tough last section of the summit. The views were simply breathtaking. On the way up the ridge I had one foot in italy and the other in france. Nobody asked me for my passport however.
Friday 1 August 2008
Point Isabelle
The final sting in the tail was a tough mixed climb up to the rocky summit of point Isabelle. It was the most difficult winter type climbing I had done in my life. Sparks were flying from my crampons as I tried to get grip on tiny flakes of rock. Julie decided to sit it out so it was just Jonathan and myself that did the tough last section of the summit. The views were simply breathtaking. On the way up the ridge I had one foot in italy and the other in france. Nobody asked me for my passport however.
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