Skiing the Triple Crown

When I woke, excitement burned inside me as I looked out of the window to see the stars glistening in the night sky. We each went through our final preparations in silence, eating and drinking as much as possible before making our way out into the frozen, predawn air. I took the last lift up that evening to the Aiguille du Midi in order to join the others at the Cosmiques refuge, my pack laden with five litres of water.