My shadow was long when I passed the edge of a gorgeous marsh on the way to the highest point of this tour (2881m). Yesterday, a rockslide destroyed the way up to the pass. A hastily marked new path was leading over boulders to a nearly vertical slope of ice and gravel. A rope was there to pull oneself up over the dangerous area. It was difficult. However, the view to the surrounding glaciers was stunning. There was a roar of crushing ice and falling rocks in the air. Mountain goats were gracing in the distance. It was a long and beautiful day.