We set off at midnight. By one o’clock on the second day, we were already moving, immersed in a cold, clear night that was ideal for making fast progress. We climbed the first section, around 110 metres, unroped, on well-consolidated snow and ice. The choice was clear: move quickly to get past the most exposed part of the couloir before rising temperatures could make the environment unstable, keeping our exposure to objective hazards to a minimum.
The Supercanaleta is an obvious line, but far from simple: thin ice in places, inconsistent snow alternating with hard sections, and a constant need to assess the conditions. Every step required attention; every swing of the ice axe was a confirmation. Once past the central section of the canaleta, the environment changes: the slope remains steep, but mixed terrain and rock sections come into play, forcing you to slow down.
From that point on, we decided to rope up, tackling the upper section with greater method. Fitz Roy’s rock is solid, but route-finding is never straightforward: the system of dihedrals, cracks and ramps can easily become confusing, especially in such a vast, vertical environment. We alternated leads, always looking for the most logical line, placing protection where needed and maintaining a steady pace, without wasting energy.
During the climb, between one pitch and the next, we exchanged simple words, light jokes and small words of encouragement. In those moments, a rope team becomes something more than two people tied together by a rope: it becomes complete trust, a mutual reliance that makes you feel exactly where you are meant to be. Fatigue was beginning to make itself felt, but our minds stayed clear, focused only on the next step.
On the evening of the second day, by then seriously tired, we decided to stop a short distance from the summit. We found shelter behind a huge rock block, which protected us from the Patagonian wind and allowed us to spend an essential but restorative bivouac. The altitude, the accumulated fatigue and the awareness of being so close to our goal made sleep light, but full of expectation.