Socks on the glacier

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the third edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Socks on the glacier"by Santiago Ceña Molares.

Socks on the glacier

-by Santiago Ceña Molares

The Baltoro is unforgiving and too many seem to have returned on mules or with crestfallen heads as we approached Concordia.

Twenty days of great contrasts. The sights, the people, the city, everything.

Well equipped. Not cold. I finally reach the pass without a dent in my head, although with fatigue from the accumulated effort.

We cannot enjoy ourselves at the highest point of the trek and we have to descend the fixed rope quickly. It is late in the afternoon. The accumulated snow is shining too brightly.

The smallness of my essence never ceases to amaze me. The change of valley leaves in my retina green meadows against the wild glacier. Now it is over. I move away from the eight-thousanders' base camps and the socks on the road.

In the evening we let ourselves be taken in by the singer-songwriter's circle. "Music can", clapping and singing.

The adventure is over. And we are diluted in the city of contrasts.