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On the final stage of a mountain, there was a slope to the top. (picrelated)
Always in the shade, it means ice everywhere, shitty, wet snow by the start of summer.
The slope is has about 65 degrees of inclination and it ends on a 60m cliff to rocks. All who have fallen have died.
I was going down and moved up the slope a bit to let a woman coming up pass. When I tried to stand up again (was leaning against the slope like a wall) I slipped.
I started to gain speed but stopped myself pretty well.
Grabbed my knife (on the strap of my backpack) and with the knife and the ice axe I climbed back up.
I honestly was euphoric, so happy that I could stop myself correctly and climb back up again with the knife. I felt unbeatable.
My buddy was scared shitless though.
