The second morrow began with a more than gigantic ball of flame rising from the maw of the earth. It was the sun. We knew a gargantuan trek lay ahead, a trek from which only a few of us would return unscathed. Her name was Almagelleralp.
We left the safety of the campsite and started a precarious ascent to the summit in what the locals called Hóssebúrger. Then we strolled back.