Jumped in and out of several valleys yesterday, mostly in the dark with NV - Wormwood's 19-hour day doesn't always coincide with convenience - some easy, some hard.
Got deposited on a small plain approaching the latest barrier. I've met a
lot of these, but this seems to be the tallest yet. I'm glad Alec's ability to find suitable names hasn't deserted him, but I'm running out and simply calling this El Grosso (probably wrong in every language, but conveys the essence of the threat).
Experience tells me the highest peak doesn't belong to the nearest mountain in the range and the early morning light just adds menace rather than clarity, pointing out the peak.
Three mountains later, several extreme slides and there's still another gap to cross and more up to come. Parts of El Grosso appear to be impossibly sheer, but looks like a reasonable route might be straight ahead, a little to the right, then on to the top. Best laid plans . . . waiting for suitable daylight.