Metereology was great, ice softening by sunlight, alone on the Lecherín peak. But I made the mistake of overpushing myself ... I tried a steep corridor (South, besides the normal route), but when I was at around 30 m from the top I felt trapped like a scared rat. Soon I slipped off, after around 30 m braking with my piolet (incorrectly, sliding by the side instead of facedown) I managed to stop, exhausted. So happy to be ok and safe, I kissed my piolet.View of mallo Lecherín