I believe this was "The Happy Hooker," on El Gran Trono Blanco, grade V etc. The day we did this, we ran out of water well before we topped out and I was so dry, I couldn't swallow the mouthful of bagel I was trying to chew. I'm a type 1 diabetic, and that started to make things more serious. Getting back to camp after topping out at dusk was the real survival experience for me. Andy kept me from just lying down by talking to me and keeping my mind engaged, shining his light on the next rock I had to get to, and finding our direction to camp after travelling in circles in the darkness of the southern notch. Back at camp that night I was ecstatic about having water, all the water I wanted, enough water to eat by. As I recall, the best thing about being in camp the next day was sitting around drinking water and smiling about the fact that I could do just that.
