We shake gloved hands on top. Damn, Jim, rolled another one. The lenticulars glow orange as they pile up to the west. The sun is setting. It's going to be a long night.
Cold gusts batter our remote summit.
Ahead Other than the orange lenticulars, the entire world is shades of gray. The ice cap is gray under the clouds. Gray cloud wraps the summit of Fitzroy beside us. To the southeast the waters of Lago Viedma gleam battleship-gray, thousands of meters below. East stretch the deserts of Patagonia, black-gray in the gathering darkness.