We were near 6,000 ft. of elevation and some of the clouds were below us as we crept along in this frozen world. Beauty and danger abounded in every direction. If we got too close to this cliff, it would be all over and we probably wouldn't be found until the snows melted.

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©1999-2001 Earl Cook
Created by Earl Cook, December, 1999
Enhanced and refined by Gail Cook, April 2001
Photography by Earl Cook and Gail Cook 1978-1979