Monte Cafornia - The twin peak to Velino

The mountain called, but it was late afternoon already. So I put a pace on. Heading up onto the glassy surface, lack of time and sheet ice above forced me back. No crampons as is my style or madness. I then decended in the dark with a half Moon and thoughts of wolves at my feet. I heard some rustling and fled for a 1/4 mile. My lights ran out. I sure had that axe clenched tight.