Awoke as planned at 4:30 am and dressed hurriedly by the light of a headtorch in the mad rush with all the other inmates. Having negotiated the loft ladder, graded PD+ in sandals, we elbowed our way through rucksacks, ice axes, boots, and Swiss Germans to the front door.
Despite the pitch darkness, it was immediately evident from the horizontal snow and the strength of the gusts of wind that our traverse of the Weissmeis (4016 m) was in doubt.
Dave our guide signalled a not unwelcomed retreat back upstairs to bed for another three to four hours.
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