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By this time my intestinal distress was becoming quite severe and I was starting to have quite painful cramps as well as worsening nausea. It was clear to me that I wouldn't be able to complete the climb in this condition, and to make things worse some ominous clouds were starting to roll in. It was about 3:30pm. At the next ledge I unroped and shit onto a rock, which I then tossed off a cliff on the side of the buttress. In a stroke of luck I had stuffed some toilet paper into my jacket pocket that morning.
Now feeling much better, I was able to quickly climb up to a large horizontal crack just beneath the summit and bring my dad up while I thought about how to proceed. Due to my wandering route and frequent stops, we were already 7 pitches in on the supposedly 5 pitch route.
