“How was the trip?”

Pretty simple question, should be pretty simple to answer.  But not surprisingly, my slight hesitation, tone, and body language when I answer “It was good” completely gives away my ambivalence.  The fact that it’s taken me over 3 months (which is slightly longer than it took me to unpack, seriously) to start this post and another 3 months to finish and actually post it is another indication of my struggle to figure out the answer to that question.  I think I now can better answer.  It was a great trip.  Very disappointing for the obvious reason, but as I’ve been able to think about it more, I realized I had forgotten all the other parts besides our failure to summit.

It was my singular focus (I’m not sure that’s the right adjective) on Ama Dablam that while understandable, prevented me from appreciating all the other aspects of the trip at the time.  Number one, I was in Nepal for a month!  In the Himalayas!!  I mean come on!!!  And once we left Kathmandu (which had its own fun) there was a week or two of trekking into Island Peak and Ama Dablam base camps.  I was so focused on Ama Dablam that I occasionally didn’t appreciate that journey.  All the people from around the world, all the languages you hear in the lodges, all the Nepalis who lived and worked there, it’s really amazing and worth a trip alone.  And we did summit Island Peak.  Granted it was harder than we expected and I felt like shit the whole time (and probably would have turned around had it not been dark and sketchy rocky terrain).  But then we hit the glacier and damn.  Beautiful.  Glacier, crevasses, fixed line, steep summit ridge, just amazing.  It also (would have) served to be the reminder that no matter how hard Ama Dablam was to be, after getting up Island Peak in my mental and physical state, I would do it.  And Ama Dablam base camp?  I still can’t describe the scenery.  I’m not even going to try.

Chris at BC

(OK, maybe putting that picture is trying a little bit.)

When I was starting this post months ago I left a paragraph where I had noted, “[insert hard times on Ama, frustration and disappointment].”  I’m not sure what I meant, but let’s just say there were plenty of hard times on the mountain – physical and mental, frustration at the inability to get a plan together that was actually implemented as planned, and eventual all-encompassing/consuming disappointment when sitting alone in my tent at base camp I finally admitted to myself that it was over.  I was done.  We didn’t make it.

And then the trek back to Lukla and flight back to Kathmandu.  More frustration when I couldn’t get out of Nepal early (I was *done*) and getting sick the last day or two.  But even so, we had a great time staying at our friend Khildoj’s lodge, and a really special night when he took us for dinner with his family at his house.

So all in all, yes, it was a great trip.  Frustration for sure because we didn’t complete our objective – and it wasn’t for an acceptable reason – but now with some perspective, a great trip.  How lucky were we to even get to try?  Exactly.

One other clarification.  What exactly is the reason we didn’t make it?  What does it mean to “fix” a mountain?  Ama Dablam is more of a rock climb than the typical glacier travel mountaineering we’ve done.  With glacier travel, you try to minimize the risk by roping together with your partner or team, and if someone slips or steps into a crevasse, your partner/team self-arrests, jumping to the ground digging his ice axe into the snow, and tries to stop the fall.  Well on rock that’s not possible.  If you’re rock climbing and you fall, well you fall.  So to manage that risk someone (emphasis on the someone, i.e. not us) climbs first and places ropes along the route “fixing” or anchoring it to the terrain when possible.  Then we climb up the same route with our harnesses attached to that fixed line.  So if we fall, we are either using an ascender which allows us to travel one direction but bites into the rope the other direction and so prevents us from falling, or we are just clipped into the rope with a carabiner so while we might fall, we only fall to the next anchor point, or fall just down a little if we’re e.g. traversing like below.

Without getting into the details (because I don’t want to get angry and upset again) the mountain wasn’t fixed in time for us.  The bigger teams generally do a lot of the work because they have the manpower and supplies to do it.  We were lucky in that our Sherpas Pema and Mingma fixed from Camp 1 to Camp 2, but it is a LOT of work, and it wouldn’t have been fair to ask them to do more.  If it weren’t for their work we would not have even been able to see Camp 2 and have the experience of climbing from C1 to C2.  Turns out the bigger teams were arriving as we were leaving.  So had we been told to arrive a week or two later we would have at least had the chance to summit.  And it’s not like other teams’ schedules are a secret.  They’re all online and we felt like our guide company should have planned appropriately.  That’s why we were so frustrated and angry.  But now we know.  So if we get to try again (2013…) we’ll take more responsibility for our scheduling.

And finally, the picture everyone has been waiting for.  And by everyone I mean Linsey.  This was from one the days I was in misery on the way to Island Peak base, forced to hike with no food in me and feeling like total shit.  As we entered the village (and of course stayed at a place at the far end…) I looked up and saw this place.  What???  It was the only speck of joy that day.  Thanks Lins.

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Pear Expedition 2010

[OK, last post from KTM.  Leaving for the airport in 30 minutes.  Abi, please confirm with your people that I will be able to leave Delhi - thanks.]

Pear Expedition 2010: That’s the new name of our expedition, and part of my new favorite phrase, courtesy of the Australians on our permit and at Base Camp with us. Our expedition definitely went pear shaped, as they say. It was such a bonus to have the Aussies (and with them I mean Ane the Norwegian and Abel and German, the Spanish, though German didn’t stay long) at BC. The Aussies at BC with us were Spiros, Carl, Steve, and Stuart. Somehow I haven’t gotten too upset about not really getting a chance to climb the mountain nor am I any longer angry, and I know that whole group is a big part of why.

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Let me try to give you the rundown of our particular pear shapednesses. My initial flight was canceled, and then I almost didn’t get out of Delhi. I was sick for days pre-Island Peak. It took Abel and German 4 days to get from Spain to KTM. In that time, one of Abel’s bags was lost — the one with his expensive gear — so he rented almost everything in KTM. Despite walking slowly from Jiri to BC, German didn’t feel well, and left for Pangboche and eventually Namche after a couple of days. (He had come to Ama Dablam in 2007 and got HAPE so left BC then too.) Stu got sick soon after arriving at BC and descended to Pangboche with potential symptoms of HACE, being a little ataxic on the descent. He came back up, took some Diamox, and was OK at BC, but didn’t feel well at Yak Camp, a site between BC and Advanced Base Camp. At ABC Spiros just lost motivation so pulled the pin. Stu recovered and he and Steve went from Yak Camp, to ABC, to Camp 1. However on the way to C1 a giant boulder slid down a few meters when Steve stepped on it. Something in his knee popped, it locked, but somehow he struggled and got to C1. The next day 2 Sherpas went up to help him down through the boulder field to a flattish spot where a chopper came and airlifted him to KTM. (I met him for dinner last night at his fancy hotel, and he was able to fly home to Australia last night.) Oh, and after being taken off the mountain, he learned from his wife that his dog had just been killed by an Eastern Brown snake. (“You have snakes in America, right? What’s the worst you have, a rattlesnake? Well the Eastern Brown snake pisses all over the rattle snake.” Being one of the most dangerous snakes in Australia is really saying something, if you know about Australia and its snakes.) That’s all I can remember right now.

I hesitate to post this not knowing what’s going on up there at the moment, but I suppose I can add more later.

And I think it’s the Greeks (courtesy of Spiros) who say, if a trip starts pear shaped, there’s no getting it back. Amen to that.

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Back in Kathmandu – Oh, Dave already used that. Oh well…

 

Quick update.  I’m in Kathmandu but haven’t been able to get an early flight home.  So unless anyone has any friends in the airline industry, American Airlines, who want to help me out, I’ll be home Nov 1 as planned (ha ha, because so much has gone as planned…)
Last detail:  The day I left Base Camp, Chris and Abel talked to several other expeditions and none of them were in a hurry to put up the remaining fixed lines.  So the day after I left, they left.  Chris arrived here this morning and is out getting a shave.  (I’ll be coming back full beard, and we’ll see how long that goes.)  So remaining we have Ane and Stu, and then Swiss Miss who is on our permit, but not with us at our BC.

And finally Ganesh and I had a good talk yesterday.  I think he and Chris will talk today and we’ll all be cool.
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Back in Kathmandu

(JC’s comments from a quick Google chat we had earlier this morning)

Justin:  I made it to Kathmandu 2 days early! That’s all I have to say.  Off to find dinner.  Starving and tired

me:  NICE…and so sorry for you…not that you need to hear that

Justin:  Yeah, I’m surprisingly OK.

Justin:  So many great people here, made it easier.  I’m not even so pissed.  (But will try to rekindle when I meet Ganesh tomorrow.)

Justin:  OK, it’s 8:15pm and I’m used to being in my bag by 7 at the latest.  Ahh the days of 10-12 hours in “bed” are probably over…I’m falling asleep at the terminal.  See you soon!

—Guest Editor—
…and he was happy to hear that our Bocce team at work, Roll-A-Tinis, won the playoffs.  So not only will he be coming home to a new nephew, but also a really cheesy tin-foil trophy.

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Done

Shoot, I was hoping Dave got the voicemail I left at work and had posted something so I wouldn’t have to, but I guess not. Well, I’m out. I almost titled this post "Anger" because that’s one of the many emotions I’m feeling, and probably the easiest to deal with. It’s a day or so old, but I’ll try to post this in the frame of mind I was in when I had to pull the plug. Bottom line it was poor planning by Monterosa, the company we came with. We were too early, plain and simple. It’s always difficult to deal with not summitting when you’ve put so much time and effort in preparation, and if you have thought about a mountain for years. It’s hard enough to deal with not summitting when the weather’s bad, or the mountain is not in good condition — things out of your control but always possibilities in the mountains. Even if you’re not mentally or physically in shape and have to quit, at least you had a chance and you failed. But to not even get a chance. To work hard preparing, and to work hard on the mountain (we got to and slept at Camp 1 a few times, went to C2 once) and then to pretty much run out of time because those were the dates you were told to come, and now you realize that they were ridiculous dates to be given? F##%%@#%$@#$%@#$%@$%#CK!!!!!

More details on the rest of the team (13 total on our permit) later, but the 3 Italians are also out for the same reason, 2 of the 4 Aussies already pulled the plug themselves, one Spaniard was out early. So remaining we have Chris, the other Spaniard, one Aussie (the 4th was choppered off the mountain this morning, shit), the Norwegian and Swiss Miss. Hopefully they all have time and the mountain gets fixed from C2 to the summit.

That’s it for now. I realized yesterday morning at C1 having gone to C2 the day before that it wasn’t going to happen for me. Poor Pema had to go back to C2 to get the gear I had left, and we all met at BC. I told our BC "manager" (yeah, that needs quotes) that I was out and I wanted off the mountain immediately. So the yaks came up this morning, I packed up, and came to Namche. Long day, and I’m beat, so I’m going to sign off, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Tomorrow to Lukla (another long day) and hopefully fly to KTM on the 28th. If not, the 29th for sure.

On the positive side, the climb from C1 to C2 was awesome. So fun. *Very* exposed, but so fun. I wish I had brought my camera down to post a picture. Maybe later. And, the only positive thing to happen recently, I have a new nephew!!!!

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They’re on the move!!!

I talked to JC for a few minutes tonight.  (I’m glad I picked up the call from ‘unavailable’ at 10:50pm – very clear reception from base camp, by the way).  It was Saturday morning and they had just finished breakfast and were preparing to head back up the mountain.  There was a bit of a delay on the phone, but I think I got the general facts straight.  So here goes…

They guys are a bit behind schedule as a result of some unexpected issues with getting ropes fixed on the upper routes of the mountain.  The weather had cleared but their hands were tied.  While that all got sorted out, they tried to stay loose (and calm) in base camp.  It now sounds as if things are looking better and they’re going to make the most of the remaining time they have.  Spirits are high and they are feeling strong and hopeful.  This is what they have in mind for now.  I think this plan still leaves an extra few days to make some adjustmenst as needed.

  • Saturday – Hike to C1, sleep at C1
  • Sunday – Hike to C2, back down and sleep at C1
  • Monday – Hike to C2, short sleep at C2
  • Tuesday – Early morning push to Summit

Here is the route with the Camp locations:

 

Alright, that’s it for now.  I’ll update you as soon as I get any more news.  JC says hello to everyone and I know he appreciates all the positive vibes we’re sending their way, so keep them coming!

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More Reality + recap

Hi everyone -
Unexpected trip back to Pangboche.  The weather hasn’t been great (that’s an understatement) so instead of staying at BC, Chris and I took a walk down here for some birthday cake and some exercise.  My birthday was supposed to be on the summit of Island Peak and Chris’s (today!) was supposed to be at Camp 2.  Well, we took BC birthdays instead.

Here’s a quick recap.  We summitted Island Peak on the 11th (I still can’t believe it, and I can’t believe I didn’t give it any thought pre-trip.  It’s only 35 feet lower than Denali and we planned a year for that!) and then went down, night in Dingboche, and on to Ama BC on the 12th.

13th:  Rest day at BC.  We showered (awesome), did laundry (nice to have clean clothes, but coooooold water), and snoozed.

 

14th:  Chris and I took a little hike from BC (~14,900 ft) along the way to C1.  We stopped at 17,000 (C went to about 17,400), and it was pretty easy.  Getting to C1 would be breeze.

15th:  Time to head for C1.  Pema and Mingma went “a little fast” (those guys don’t know anything but) to get it ready.  Well after the 17,400 where we had been, oh, this is why it’s hard.  It got overcast, started sleeting, and then we hit the rocks.  Maybe 1000 feet of big rocks to negotiate, I mean a giant boulder field.  Forget the trekking poles; this was scrambling with wet cold hands.  For maybe 1-2 hours. Finally we got to the slabs and could see the tents maybe 200 feet up. In good weather, maybe no problem.  Now?  We needed the fixed lines. And there they were, but we didn’t know if they were actually fixed. We could see Pema and Mingma on the ridge, but weren’t sure what to do.  We stood there (well, danced around a little to stay warm) until Pema came down.  We put on harnessed, and jumared up.  It was awesome.  Then we plopped into our tent (18,640 ft), melted some snow (which had been gathered for us…) and made a little soup.  Not enough food, but we were beat.  Not much sleep — very rocky site.

16th:  Equally overcast, so we headed down.  Thought up was tough? Try down on slick rocks covered in mayber an inch of new snow.  Uggh. Obviously we made it.  Snow turned to sleet turned to rain as we descended, and at BC we were cold and wet.

17th:  Uggh, more bad weather.  This is NOT what a typical October is like.  But Mingma’s brother was on Manaslu in September:  bad weather.  Mingma had just come off Cho Oyu when we met him in Kathmandu:  6 days of bad weather, then wind wind wind.  No summits.  Now?  Several days of bad weather.  We’re hoping for a change.  Spent the day around BC not doing much.  Did a little exercise (pushups, 13 double unders with a real rope followed by 13 minutes of trying to catch my breath) but that’s about it.  And eating.  8:00, 1:00, 6:00.

18th:  Happy Birthday Chris!  Actually saw the mountain, and some blue sky, but still not great.  So here we are in Pangboche.

I guess that’s it.  We’re going to try to have a little meeting tonight to make a plan for getting the ropes fixed above C1 since we’re getting slightly nervous about our remaining time.  Let you know when we know more!

—Guest Editor—
I also wanted to include this note that came in the message JC sent with the two picttures:  “The BC pic doesn’t really do the scene justice.  Ama means mother, and people say the mountain is a mother with her arms outstretched.  Sitting at BC it truly is like the mountain is wrapping her arms around you in a benevolent way.  (Not as good as your real mom, of course, but a pretty good feeling.)”

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