FEAR LOOMED AT THE PERIPHERY OF MY MOVEMENT, GET THE THREADS TO BITE AND TWIST THE SDREW //ITO FRAMING MY FOCUS WITH A HALO OF DOUBT. I HAD CLIMBED ICE SECURELY THAT HOLLOW EIGHT-INCH ME7AL SCREW, TWO-THIRDS OF THE 90 FOOT ICICLE BUT MY TECHNIQUE WAS WITH MY ROPE CLIPPED THROUGH THE EA D
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SLIPPING. I WAS LOSING STRENGTH AT A FRIGHTENING RATE. ONLY SAFETY NET. A FALL NOW WOULD DF.'OP ME TWICE TEN FEET BELOW ME, WHERE THE ANGLE HAD CHANGED DISTANCE I WAS ABOVE THE SCREW--FURTHER IF THE FROM ALMOST VERTICAL TO VERY VERTICAL, I SAW MY LAST SCREW WAS PULLED LOOSE BY THE FORCE OF MY FALL. ICE SCREW, MY LAST CONNECTION TO THE ICE. IT HAD TAKEN
