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Stella and I round a corner, stop and look. It is breath taking - we hold our breath. Suddenly the fatigue is gone,
and that feeling of excitement tingles the soul. | Okay. We will be ascending to Mono Pass up there, up behind the green triangle on the right. | David takes up the rearguard, |
Bill the vanguard. | Stella (and Frank) the midguard. |
| | Bill watches from above. | And David still approaches from below. | |
David approaches his turnaround point. | Stella bridges to Bill, and continues upward while Bill waits for David and Frank. |
Frank also talks briefly with Bill, who waits for David, and continues into the Pass. | David's work is done for the day, | and heads back down to the rendezvous point to wait for us. | Stella ahead, behind the guy with the blue shirt.
[Editor's query: ambiguity intentional?]
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The going gets rougher, the terrain more coarse and inhospitable. |
Stella passes an egg carton, |
and reaches Mono Pass. |
Stella and Frank find a rock in the desert, intending to have a bite to eat while they wait. |
Bill tops the Pass alone, interrupts our intentions to eat: there is a nicer spot if we can hold on
another half hour. |
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