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We arrived in Petersburg on a Thursday morning in June with good weather in town. By the time Wally gave in to our puppy-eyed begging, it was getting late and clouds covered the ice cap. There we no clouds the next day, however, and the Thumb was unmistakable on the horizon. On what would be the finest climbing day of the trip, we were weighing, and re-weighing, and re-weighing our gear in the Temsco hanger while we waited for Wally to return from a Forest Service job. Still unenthusiastic about us and the deteriorating forecast, he finally shuttled us to our base camp.
It was my first ride in a helicopter. It was amazing.
