of Bepi Hoffer

The year later other two friends came also. We found again there to the Carrel and partim I camp out mo for the peak the day when the record of slope and descent were established: 4 hours and 16 minutes!
The slope was slow down by someone, the others three were faster and very motivated. We would be met for going down together there.
The forecasts were excellent, the vision of this crest that it separated the Swiss slope all serene and swept by the fresh wind coming from north, the spectacular panorama of other tops, it infused heat and enthusiasm. The south slope of the wall, that is that Italian, was covered by a humble heap orografico that it is often formed in the immediate proximities of the reliefs. After sometime and the to increase some thermal difference among the temperature of the air in quota and the increasing heat provoked on the underlying wall, turned him/it into mediocre heap orografico. (The formation of such heaps during the days of beautiful time is favorite from the damp of the zone where they is originated, from the relief of the same one and from its ability to absorb the heat of the sun). The heap, reached the crest, you/he/she was literally swept to south by the wind in quota creating a very beautiful and anxious scenery. My decision to reenter almost happened of hit. To inform the others of our reentry was impossible because of the wind. Stopping by the Carrel informed that the forecasts were not those positive communicated us to the morning anymore.
From immediately my thought it was turned to the rest of the group that had decided to continue toward the top. They were experienced and this reassured me, (obviously up to a certain point, in how much the Cervino under ugly conditions, puts in difficulty whoever) but up to the Carrel you/they would have arrived. Then, if you/he/she had been necessary, with the beautiful time I would be gone up again for lending them a hand to go down.

Hardly after the Pic Tindal, that you/they had gone down climbing, they reached the "tie", (draws frozen relatively less pendant, therefore deceptive for the one who goes out of one even though easy but exposed climb) and they crossed her/it without harpoons, in how much covered by thin patina of candid snow, snow to him a lot of relative. Gadler had chosen to go down for a frozen canalino connected to her instead "tie", with piccozza and harpoons in how much it felt him surer, and so Lawrence found the time to relax himself/herself/themselves talking to him in the breve attended of his/her arrival.
That moment of scarce concentration has been him fatal: acknowledged him the danger he stiffened and the feet skidded him making to suddenly fall him/it and heavily on the chest. For three times it struck in vain the ice with the point of the piccozza. Lawrence nineteen year-old boy, full of so many qualities and loved by everybody, it slipped so that the west one of the Cervino.