The Rematch.

One week later.  Armed with beta regarding the moderate descent on the south side of the peak and haunted by how close we got last time, Dacus and I went back to the Pfeiff. 

Eric's skill with a camera tells the story.

Early light takes the sting out of the bitchy sidehill around Pink Pine Ridge.

The East Ridge.  Our ascent line, and a worthy descent for the future.

  

Crampons on.  Chill out, don't stumble.



The top.  And the 3:00 a.m. start taking its toll. 

Joy.

Heading back toward beers and donuts at the truck.