In the vastness of Antarctica, the wind takes over. Excessive, playful, combative. Between the storms there can be enough of a lull for those that try to tame it. Towed by their wings, four members of the Group* find themselves at the foot of an impressive challenge, a 750 m bow emerging from the ice. Will it be possible to leave a track to the summit? An account of icy poetry and whimsical climbing.
* : Groupe militaire de haute montagne (Chamonix-France)