PinzgaWurm: 45 pitches and one shoe short
Away at four, back at the car at half seven. I lost an approach shoe on the face.
Machine-translated from the German original. The German version is the one I actually wrote.
Forty-five pitches. Away at four, back at the car at half seven in the evening.
The protection is good and so is the route-finding — which is what matters most on something this long, because every wrong turn compounds over the day. It still drags towards the end. From about pitch thirty you’re no longer climbing because it’s good, you’re climbing because you want to get to the top.
And then I lost an approach shoe on the face. Simply gone, downwards, nothing to be done.
We replaced it with a T-shirt taped under my foot. That was enough for the descent, but I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.