With no winter gear or tools, I squeezed alongside icy snow on the west side of the chute till till my narrow passageway disappeared. At this point, I found a pointy rock and used it to help me crawl across the snow to dry terrain on the east side. From there I proceeded to the summit of Mallory.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe