Is there anything more fascinating than a rendezvous at the Balmenhorn? Perhaps a meeting at the Felik Pass… That’s how this next little segment of the journey with Teodoro begins. Bad weather prevented him from crossing the Lyskamm traverse, so when I call him I find out he’s at the Rossi e Volante hut instead of the Balmenhorn. Luckily, cable cars exist, so I buy a “grand tour” ticket and set off. At Pianalunga everything is still—then the perfect storm begins, with hail and lightning—but I get lucky. There are plenty of people needing to get back down to Gressoney, so as soon as the lightning stops, operations resume. In my mind I’m facing a five-hour walk to the Quintino Sella Hut, but by a hair’s breadth I manage to catch the penultimate cable car to Sant’Anna and then the gondolas. A beautiful night under the stars, and we set off. We are perfectly on time. Five minutes after I arrive at the Felik, I hear a shout: “Fre! We’re here!” I continue alone across the Lyskamm ridge—a rope team of three wouldn’t make sense here. When we reach the Balmenhorn, Enrico is tired and stays behind to melt snow and keep our spot for the evening. Teo and I climb a few surrounding peaks until our stomachs start rumbling more than usual, and we return to the bivouac, where we devour three packets of food, polenta, and a bar of chocolate. After a somewhat restless night, we set off again and climb the Parrot Peak, stopping for breakfast with a slice of pizza at the Capanna Margherita. After an hour’s break we get moving again and, at a very relaxed pace, catch up with the rope teams that had left two hours before us near the summit. I say goodbye to the guys heading down toward Zermatt, and three hours later I’m in Indren.