Left at around 530am, and took our sweet ass time, taking pictures, long lunch, getting slightly lost, making coffee. Finally, 12 hours later we arrived at the summit of the south peak of Three Fingers. I literally thought I was going to vomit with the combination of exposure and exhaustion we had at the top.
We skied a few small lines off the summit as the sun sat, and then settled into the hut for a warm meal and cozy sleep.
In the morning we slowly brewed up and made water and eventually dropped a direct line off the summit down into the glacier below. Powder, ice, crust and corn composed an extremely aesthetic ski descent.
The exit took hours, but was lovely.
Probably the most beautiful trip of my life, so I left the camera. Instead I offer you google images.

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