Mike Lewis / November 18
I used the Mithril on glaciers in the North Cascades, and cragging and multi-pitching in Colorado's Front Range. I took whippers, hung and worked moves, belayed from hanging anchors, and rappelled off Cynical Pinnacle, in Colorado's South Platte, in an electrical storm. 4 out of 5 stars
A vague memory of colorful wings, weightlessness and freedom dissolves from my consciousness as I wake to the sound of a repetitive beep. The black of morning brings a familiar recognition of uncertainty.
"How could my alarm be going off already?"
Even before I can look at the glowing red numbers, my hand finds the small, plastic button to halt the disruption.
[Photo] Jeff Shapiro Collection