The best shots always seem to come when it’s the hardest to take out a camera. We were 19 hours into our summit push for Fitz, plus a big approaching day, groveling up some wider chimney pitches with packs on, and tools scrapping against ever little edge. The sunset was so beautiful, but I was mid pitch, and really didn’t want to hang out there to take a photo. I also couldn’t communicate with my partner, so I didn’t want to take on the rope. Who knows how much stretch and slack was in the system... So, I found a good stemming stance, and reluctantly l, tiredly, went through the process of taking out the camera. I only stopped once, and only took 2 photos. This was one of them. Looking back now it’s one of my favorites from the climb. But at the time all I could think about was finding a bivy ledge and making hot food/water!