We woke on Monday morning, packed our backpacks, and left for our high camp. We had the best views of Cerro Torre yet. It seemed that the weather window had arrived. We left our high camp and began our approach to Cerro Torre, still feeling like we were carrying too much. We left more stuff under a rock.
Light is right, or at least lighter is better.
Snow conditions were poor. We trudged along, sometimes wallowing up to our thighs. But the views were spectacular. The entire Fitz Roy group was sunlit and jagged against a deep blue sky. The triple spires of Cerro Torre, Torre Egger, and Cerro Stanhardt were visible, too, all frosted on top and looking as though they were worthy of their fearsome reputations.