A sobering morning at the potrero
When we awoke on the morning of January the 5th it was to the sound of a helicopter. We knew that could only mean that the rumors that we had heard the night before were true. Jose Pereyra had taken a fatal fall on the 4th while attempting to claim a second assent of Las Auras. The only sound in the potrero that morning was the sound of the blades cutting through the air. Everyone there just looked at each other in stunned silence. Jose will be missed.
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