High on the Nose of El Capitan in our final bivouac, the chef’s
selection for the evening – as can be seen in Chuck’s photograph –
is haute cuisine. Not bad.
The day’s activity has been climbing and fixing ropes, and
prusiking and hauling loads. Now,
a chance to refuel and recoup for Tom Frost, Joe Fitschen, and Royal
The wall is a friendly place.
A clean ledge, rewarding. After
these six days on the wall we felt a kinship with El Capitan and
appreciated Its, and each others’, companionship.
In the southern sky, Sagittarius followed our progress, from Camp
to numbered Camp, like an approving Father.
Bivouacs were a favorite time for me.
They were an opportunity to recharge, express appreciation, feel
the spirit of the wall, and be transported through a galaxy of stars.
It is the best type of camping.
The bivouac felt like a safe place, a safe harbor in good
company. And here, at Camp
VI, we were expecting to top out the next day.