Victory in Retreat
Night fell, and three-quarters of the way up the first pitch, I turned on my headlamp. By the time I reached the first pitch anchor, smoke began filling my nostrils and an orange glow loomed behind me.
Night fell, and three-quarters of the way up the first pitch, I turned on my headlamp. By the time I reached the first pitch anchor, smoke began filling my nostrils and an orange glow loomed behind me.