'a blinding sunrise greeted us this morning. we dug ourselves out of our encampment with a renewed vigor. the mountain dropped off a thousand feet or more not less than fifteen steps from our bivouac. the sky was clear and we began the final part of our descent. after an hour or so i could feel the presence of the beast, i glanced up at a rocky crevasse and noticed a small snow slide forming just beyond the rocks. i pulled my line and Captain Smith came to a halt. i pointed my telescope to the rock line but couldn't see anything. the snow had settled and there was nothing except our laboured breathing. a feeling of overwhelming dread began to inch down my spine, we had seen no more tracks but i could feel it watching us.' YETI DIARIES November.