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"Les Rugissants" de Erhard Loretan. 5 likes. Book. Les rugissants book. General. Activities Book type: biography, novel. author: Jean Ammann - Erhard Loretan. Editor: Editions La Sarine. Publication date. Nicole Niquille, née le 13 mai à Fribourg, est une guide de montagne et alpiniste suisse. . Jean Ammann et Erhard Loretan, Erhard Loretan: Les rugissants, Fribourg, Éditions La Sarine, (ISBN ), p. 85; ↑ Jean.
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Everything else becomes unimportant. Merely the next step, the next movement, is decisive.
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I felt as if I were moving inside a luminous bubble. The rest of the world had vanished, apart from this small light moving through the sharp, black air.
Flows of ice and snow surged into each other, forming an ideal surface for soloing. Although the cold was a little tiresome, a kind of happiness filled me: I was climbing on, and I felt at home. The terrain reminded me of the Eiger north face in peak winter conditions—demanding, yet not so difficult that I needed to tether myself to the mountain.
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The rest of the climb would be a race between me and the wind. Step by step, I regained my rhythm, and the noises in my head grew quieter.
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On the other side of the bergschrund I saw only white, empty snow. I continued down alone, traversing the glacier.