Today I drive to the outskirts of the village of El Sabinar, looking for the snow again, but this time there is no path to the top so I have to watch very carefully where I put my feet so as not to slide down the slope. The clouds brush past the peaks and a silent and mysterious landscape surrounds me.
At the top my feet seem to be freezing a bit so I decide to have lunch when I get down and change my socks. I make the descent through the south face looking for a dry stream
and I find some fox tracks, so I follow its steps that lead me back