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My bed the night before our climb of the West Arete. My Blue Kazoo bag is spread on a perfectly smooth granite bench, with a few rocks arrayed beside me to warn me if I start to roll the wrong way. Would have been a perfect night if the moon wasn't so danged bright. It's rising above Sahale Arm here; in the morning it was still up over The Triad.