A bit lost in the incredibly steep moraine, and I took a wicked slide
which left me with some road rash on my left arm and butt cheek.
I was sick - ten bathrooms stops from 2 am to noon - and called a
halt to our day at the glacier. (Started cipro on my return.) On the
way back Gary got in a pickle, third classing a 60' high rotten
moraine ... he was on the edge.
A relatively long day - nine hours total, 2500', and we carried
relatively robust packs. Heading back to Zarela's tomorrow and hoping
that John has been to the doctor.
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