Babsi Zangerl and Jacopo Larcherâs first date was going surprisingly well. It was looking like they were going to spend the night together â albeit rappelling 28 rope lengths down a sheer rock face. The cable car had shut down hours ago, and the pair were still climbing, off route and hopelessly behind schedule, hundreds of feet off the deck on the south face of Marmolada, the highest peak in northeast Italyâs Dolomites. âMy German was really bad at that time,â said Larcher, who is Italian, âand we couldnât really communicate because we were both tired.â The plan had been to top out the route at 2 p.m. and take a leisurely ride back down the mountain to Malga Ciapela among the sightseers and tourists. Instead, the sun was sinking below the horizon and they were lost in a sea of dolostone. To make matters worse, they had only one headlamp between them.