The air is thick and heavy with clouds swirling in from the distance as nightfall fast approaches. It’s 8:26pm and I’m ski touring through one of the many breathtaking glaciers surrounded by the towering peaks of the Urner Alps, a wild range nestled in the heart of Switzerland. The forecast high-pressure was expected to hold until tomorrow, but all alone at over 3000m, I’m abruptly reminded you can take nothing for granted in the mountains. The mood is somehow threatening and yet calm at the same time, although I can’t help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation, I’m all too aware of the power and unpredictability of the Alps. There is no doubt that moving through crevassed terrain in this bad weather is a serious situation indeed, but somehow I’m also overwhelmed with a sense of excitement from that natural fight or flight response. I suppose, the reason some of us choose to undertake big solo adventures like this is to test your resolve and to feel small in nature. Safe to say, watching my fifth and final climb of this traverse disappear into the white-out, I deeply feel both of these sensations around about now.