I was recently goaded into thinking about retreating from Cerro Torre and thought I'd share my latest adventure with you all, dear Chockstonians.
I had a dream of climbing somewhere grand with dear friends; somewhere amazing, where afterwards people would listen with looks of awe and maybe even shed a small tear as I regaled them with tales of epic retreats from climbs that I had no business attempting...
And so, with dream in mind and determination in my cold, black, twisted heart I decided upon my course of action, cleared the proposal with my wife/scheduler of all things important, set a reminder for the agreed upon date and confirmed all systems were go with my partners. The morning of the mission was shrouded in cool tendrils of mist as I set off to work, knowing once I'd finished for the day I would have yet another tale to tell. All day long I looked forward to my upcoming adventure, thinking about the goal; the moves; the bitter disappointment of reaching "that" point where retreat was the only option.Once finished my daily toil I set about preparing myself, checking and rechecking my gear, nervous energy zipping along my frayed nerves...
It was about this point things become cloudy, nay murky! The details are hazy though I fear my wife may have spiked my drink for I woke later that evening to find her consoling me, telling me there was always next time... Heartbroken, I checked the time and realized I had missed my window. That fateful night, my slumber cost my partners and I a climb at Cliffhanger...
For shame! :(