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Back at Base camp: 5400meters
Having had a brief experience of a potential Everest summit
night the previous evening, with 40 knot winds, spindrift and fresh snow
burning our faces for 90 minutes before retreating, we set off with some
intrepidation. The weather forecasts had teased us during the day, and we
faced the reality that this may be our only true shot for the team to achieve
its dream to summit the world’s highest peak. The earlier winds had died down,
stars were clearly visible, and excitation was almost audible as we left at
2000hrs. An almost perfect start saw us reaching the fixed lines on the
triangular face at around 2100hrs. The climb was steady, up fairly steep
terraine, with nothing but the crunching sound of the freezing snow underfoot
and the occasional whistle of deep pressure breathing from our over-exerting
lungs. By 01.30 the Balcony had been reached ,the first of many historic
landmarks we would pass this evening. A brief turn up of the oxygen saw us
reach the South Summit at 0515am. Sunrise had gleened us with the start of a
day of magnificent views across the Himalaya and far beyond. A few cold toes
were warmed on generous chests of some of the male climbers, a change our
oxygen cylinders, and it was time to press on. The “death traverse’ passed
uneventfully, despite the concept of a 6000ft. drop on either side with only
enough room for one foots’ width. Sun was up now, the views becoming more
spectacular by the minute- other 8000m peaks in view, camp 2 looking like a
dolls hose below, the Lhotse face looking unintimidating 5000ft. above it.
Then the Hillary Step came into view. We traversed towards it along an exposed
ridge, through a minefield of old twisted rope- none of which could be trusted
with human life. At the base, it looked intimidating to say the least. At sea
level, 5 mins would see you to the top safely, but at 28000ft it becomes a
complete challenge in itself- thank goodness for our ever-helpful and patient
Sherpa companions. Several stumbling moments later, and we’re just below the
summit. Personally, as I approached the top of this great megalith of stone,
fulfilling a lifelong dream, there was a tear, and I know I wasn’t alone in
that feeling. I thought about my supportive family, the sacrifices made to get
here, the selfish sport that those on the team love so much. A few steps
later, and the team was on the top of the world. The curvature of the earth
clearly visible, in perfectly still weather. Prayer flags, pictures of
relatives, Lama scarves and blessings across the summit. As I sat on the
summit, looking down the north ridge on one side and the south ridge on the
other, I felt humbled beyond belief to be there. Our second team arrived
shortly after…more dreams realised. An hour on the top alone, and then
thoughts turned to the next most important task, that of the descent. Many
more nervous moments later, and the South Col once again became visible. A
place of devastation the day before, it now looked calm and welcoming. 12 noon
saw us back in our tents, counting our blessings from a fantastic summit day.
The following day, we continued our descent, finally arriving in the safe
hands of Ellie, our camp manager, on 22nd May. No injuries, we all raised a
toast to Chomolungma….the trip of our lifetimes. Namaste…Alistair
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