>>1069203but I felt sudden shocking pain, it was my habitual dislocation on the shoulder that poped out, I still was falling very fast, to the place I was looking every day, the glacier below the slope with vast open cravasses. Up to this day I don't know what stopped me, but I found myself on the same inclined slope, managed to get up shaking from adrenaline rush, with crazy force turned the shoulder into its place, one finger was turned weirdly, so my left hand got completely useless. I was disturbed, but after thinking about all the stuff I went through I continued my way towards peak, I could risk myself going back throught that stone shooting traverse, remembering the stories those stones can crash your knee, leg, head, that was scary. One crampon was gone after falling, I started to avoid ice\snow, and step only on rocks, they were covered with transparent ice but still felt safer than snow. I had a huge slope 60-70% inclined ahead of me, but it had a thin ridge of rocks along its side so I started to gain elevation. It took me very long time to rech the end of the slope, and at it's end it had vertical ice wall that i couldn't see from the distance, and it had a cravass right under the wall, so the wall was going deep into the ice. I looked down and nearly fainted, I climbed too high and couldn't go back, I would 100% fall when trying to climb down. So I had to cross the wall. The snow under the wall was very deep, the entire stick was buring into it, inclination reached became almost vertical, every step took 1-2 minutes, buring the stick tyed to my hand tightly, so if I fall it may hold me, I wasn't controlling the last steps and climbing the wall, I was totally aware of the consequences, and was too desperate to do anything else, so the last climb was on the edge, I remember I felt my body leaninig back, it was scary, the end was so close and easy, with some crazy body effort I managed to hold myself and overcame the wall,
