That was my crampon. Please keep it in the rubbish, I want nothing to do with it. I am still pretty upset with the timing it chose to let me down.
For the record, I was escorted down by my homie MC who happens to be PMR, I was in fine shape. I can't say I had a great time that night wrapped in a space blanket or 1 footing it the day before, but I had the means to call in a rescue and chose not to. The circumstances of my situation changed drastically when I lost my crampon, but I never felt like I lost contrl of the situation.
That was definitely a landmark trip for me, though.
I can't believe word of this has gotten around so fast.
