Sunday, July 22nd
(Continued from previous page)
The top half of the route had less climbing and more scrambling and scree
hiking, some of it somewhat exposed. Although our views were limited,
what we did see was fantastic. On the final hike up the crest of the
main ridge to the summit, I knew that the massive northwest face was just
metres to our right, but I couldn't see much because of the clouds. We
couldn't begrudge the weather, though, since it had been absolutely
perfect to us up until this point.
The summit was a misted-in nubble of shattered rock, as our views had gone
away completely in the thickening clouds. We were now much less worried
about the weather, because we knew that the security of the rifugio
Torrani was now only a few hundred feet below us. We had a break on the
summit, put a note in the summit register, and watched Pu scramble perhaps
a little too closely and carelessly to the edge of the biggest, highest
rock face in the Dolomites. Then we headed down.