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The thunderstorm moves east after unleashing thunder, lightning, and hail at the worst possible point of the crossing; the tedious traverse in loose scree leading to the exposed ridge. Though carrying raingear, I did not dare stop for a moment. Reaching the saddle, I knew the fastest descent route, having climbed here two years ago from the east side. Nestled into the rocks, below the saddle, I put on dry clothes and warmed up. This was one of the more frightening experiences I have had with lightning!
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