
Ice pinnacles looking back up the Baltoro.

Always ice underfoot and stupendous crevasses.

Lunch stop at Urdukas.

Back to the rubble campsite at Liligo. There was a stream running through the campsite. Washing of shirts & socks was done!

The essentially inane ramblings of a guy living in the best place in the world who is in almost complete denial of the aging process
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