"As we drove north on the Icefield Parkway, after talking to Nancy, the conversation was as lively as a cemetery. It seemed like Janelle had already mentally thrown in the towel. Me, the stubborn one, tried desperately to find the bright side of this dimly lite situation. 'Well… at least after climbing the Wishbone, every other route we climb the rest of our lives will be better.' Silence.

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