' the last day on the mountain. we made good time on our descent, pausing only for an errant avalanche. a tremendous sight. we heard a large piece of ice break off above us and stopped in time to see a wall of white thundering by. we immediatly crouched down and were covered with powder. after what seemed like an eternity i dug myself out and was able to breath swift shallow breaths. Captain Smith was standing there, smoking a cigerette while surveying our path with his telescope. the sun glared off the fresh powder , we dug our ice axes in and began the last portion of our journey. ' YETI DIARIES November 1812