Teams are finally making excellent progress against their acclimatization
schedules. The weather continues to be good on the Hill allowing
some serious work to take place.The fixed rope is set to 8300m on the north and Sherpas
are starting to establish C3, 7700m, on the south. Adventure Consultants, IMG, AAI
and others are either at C2 or back from C2 and now in BC for a little rest. Over
on the north, equally good progress with several teams having made it to the North
Col and some now moving to spend the night at C1.
Ladders are most often associated with the Khumbu Icefall on the south side
but Scott on Everest with Adventure Peaks notes over on the north "...The
top of the route currently has a couple of gapping crevasses, one spanned by three
long ladders strapped together at around 7,000m."
In the "better late than never" department, the Everest Peace Project team have
finally made it to BC on the north.
With teams now moving freely across the Western Cwm, I thought I would describe
it is a little detail as well as share one of the most terrifying climbing experiences
of my life - a fall in a crevasse. First the Cwm:
It is about 2.5 miles from Camp 1 to Camp 2 with an altitude gain of 1,500'. So it is
not far and not that high but ... it is hot, very hot. The sun reflects off the walls
of Everest, Lhotse and Nuptse snow covered slopes making the temperature rise above
100F degrees. Yes, it can get that hot. Then it can be brutally cold if the cloud
moves in, the wind picks up and it starts snowing. Out comes the Gortex layers and
goggles. Smart teams are roped in groups of three or four so that if someone does
fall in a crevasse, they can be easily rescued. Finally, if this is the first time
in the Cwm, it is an awe-inspiring experience that opens up all your senses.
On my first Everest climb in 2002, we were moving from C1 to C2 for our second
set of nights at ABC (or C2 on the south side). We had made good time through the
Icefall and stopped at C1 for a food and water break. Snow started to fall had soon
there was a whiteout. This is not unusual in the Icefall and Rob, Harldur and
I roped up in addition to being clipped into the fixed line. It still amazes me that
teams do not rope together when crossing crevasse prone areas you find in the Cwm
or on Denali. Anyway we were half an hour above C1 when it happened. Here is the
excerpt from my dispatch in 2002:
"I saw the small black hole in front of me, a tell tale sign of an emerging crevasse.
I have crossed many of these at this point. So I followed the track to the right
of the hole and prepared to take the extra large step designed to clear the visible
- and invisible - obstacle. In a heartbeat, I fell through the trap door with a whoosh.
Everything went dark as snow covered my face. I felt myself hanging in clear air.
And it became silent. All in a heartbeat. My first sight was of the nylon rope digging
into the ice wall. I intensely stared at it hoping that Haraldur was secured on the
other end. It moved deeper into the ice. Solve the problem.
My
mind became focused on getting out quickly. I looked down and to my right. There
was my trekking pole resting on a snow powder shelf twenty feet below and there was
clear blue ice for as far as I could see below the shelf. To my left was a brighter
prospect, a similar powder shelf within reach of my left crampon point. About this
time, Rob appeared above me anxiously inquiring about any signs of injury. He called
out to Haraldur to hold tight. I reached out with my left foot to the powder shelf
hoping for a foothold to leverage myself out. The snow puffed away into the crevasse
carrying away my hope for an easy exit. I looked again at the rope cutting deeper
into the ice wall and thought of my training where you put the handle of an ice axe
between the rope and the wall to create a temporary edge. But before I suggested
this maneuver, I drove the front points of my crampons into the ice wall. They held.
I called to Rob to tell Haraldur to start pulling. Working together, I began to clear
the icy trap. With Rob providing extra support, I soon stood beside the crevasse.
The
walk to Camp 2 was long. My mind was preoccupied with the crevasse. I had lost all
my energy and optimism. Haraldur, Rob, Bill and I made steady but very slow progress.
The weather cleared up and now the sun was baking each of us. Off with Gortex, apply
extra sunscreen, trade goggles for glacier sunglasses. Arriving at Camp 2, I was
spent. I had absolutely nothing left. The final steps were on autopilot - no conscious
decisions. I found my tent and sat down heavily on my pack.
I began to feel the emotions
starting to escape: frustration, anger, guilt and fear. How did I step on the snowbridge?
What if I had not been roped up? What if I had not been properly tied in? What if.
The questions went on and on. Whoosh, darkness, hanging, quiet. The sequence repeated
continuously in my head. How did this happen? I dwelled on the negative and on the
fear. For the first time in the mountains, any mountain, I was afraid. I knew I needed
to get a grip on myself but the fear was overwhelming. I saw myself hanging in clear
air. I felt my feet reaching out to nothing. I saw the rope cutting deeper. I saw
the faces of my family. It was about 3:00PM and I was thirsty and hungry but was
not ready to do anything about it. I sat on my pack and thought about the event.
I remembered the story of another climber who
had a friend die in a crevasse and he had to perform miracles to save his own life.
I considered the danger I was exposed to and how many other people fall into crevasses
on mountains. It was part of the deal. I decided to draw on my teammates for strength.
I entered the tent at C2 where we ate our meals and told the team that I was shaken,
very shaken. Haraldur and Rob talked everyone through exactly what had happened.
I received glances throughout the conversation. Soon, someone made a joke. I joined
in. It was working.
I slept
fitfully that night and spent the next half-day dwelling on what had happened. It
wasn't until I read again a letter that Ashley had given me before I left home that
I started feeling better. I felt my confidence increase and the will to continue
the climb return. I pondered what I had learned. How could I avoid such a misstep?
The experience was turning into lessons. After a rest day at C2, we left at sunrise
for a trip up the Lhotse face. I had one of my best days on the Hill yet."
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