Five minutes out of the lot I saw a golden eagle and then something growled at us from the woods. That pretty much set the tone for the next three days/two nights: Full on elemental confrontation.
McSpire.

Despair.

Triumph.

Deg, Terror, Rake, Blob, et al.

Terror Rake col south chute.

Headin' back to camp.

Terror Creek is FUCKING GNARLY.

Too often are these sufferfail missions a sausage fest.

Then God turned on the faucet.
