Midday Dreaming: Climbing the Sharkstooth
The clouds above us enveloped the deep valley-like couloir that the three of us stood in. Surrounded by violent, steep walls and rock formations, with scree forming it’s floor, no wonder the area that we had ventured into was affectionately referred to as “the Gash.” I lifted my head slowly and rose my eyes to meet the clouds above and around us. I looked over to Matt quickly and got his attention, “I’m not sure how I feel about this one, chief.” He nodded and looked down and back at me, “yeah, this isn’t really looking too promising.” I could tell from his tone of voice that he really didn’t want to turn back either. We were almost finished with the approach to do an alpine climb on the violently-pointy, dominating monolith before us. It was named “The Sharkstooth.” I turned around carefully on the rocks that I was balanced on among the talus around me and looked down the incline to Scott, who had opted to come with us that day as well. “How’re you hanging in there bruh?” I