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.
Civilization is marked by the lights of an estancia glimmering miles away.
It feels like the apocalypse. My camera hasn't worked since the abuse of the 5 inch slot. Memories of this summit must be fused into my memory. Okay, we're out of here. It's going to be a long night.