A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
We almost ran down the scree after the pass. I Didn't take a single photo because I couldn't see a damn thing. The refuge was fullish and every available surface had wet clothing covering it or hanging from it. I was wet to my underpants, but once changed we sat down to a hot snack before dinner. Fried eggs and chips. Fantastic.
This is the view from the terrace and the guy with me one of the very many great people I met. The view was fantastic, I'm tempted to walk this way again, I'd love to know what the higher part of the valley down from the pass is actually like.
The following morning was bright and sunny, with barely a cloud in the sky. It was full on flowering alpine meadows again, just beautiful.