Grandes Jorasses North Face. Twice

I pulled out my jacket from the backpack and set it up as a little tent above my head. It was a minor respite. The spindrift prevented sleep until early morning. In a few hours we were going to get out of our sleeping bags and start climbing but the falling snowflakes planted seeds of doubts in my head. I had approached the Grandes Jorasses north face three times already and had to walk out empty-handed all three times. Was the fourth try going to be different?