The Climb Day Three: It’s Cold In My Fart Bag

Holy crap it’s cold sleeping up here at 10,000 feet. We fell asleep last night to the most astonishing views of the miraculously cleared up mountain in full view and rising stars all around us on the moorlands. It was colder than we’d experienced but fuuuuuck was it freezing when we woke up.

I started waking up at midnight. I was as comfortable as is possible in a mummy sleeping bag…