We've packed up our camp on Davis Peak and are dropping into the
trees. Howard isn't wearing a pack – he'd slipped on steep snow
not far below camp, and jammed his ice axe shaft into the snow. When
he slid past it, the axe held and arrested his fall, but it yanked
his arm out of the socket. We couldn't reduce the dislocation; the
best we could do was divide up his pack, so he could hike down the
remaining 4300 feet / 1300m with one good arm. It was a painful,
delicate trip that took nearly all our remaining daylight, then a
long drive to the hospital.
January 6, 1985