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Looking back at Hector Lake on the approach.

This was my first mountain. Yes, my first. Why was it my first? A miscommunication it seems. Someone took me up this who thought I had more experience. Well, I made it after all, and it didn't scare me off scrambling obviously. Despite the fact that I was a chicken back then. Good old type II fun. I did feel slightly better about how bad I thought the descent slopes were, when I read Vern Dewit's report on his website expor8ion, and he said the scree on that northwest ridge was from hell. Haha. And then it started raining on us! But not for long. I find the memory quite funny now.