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Our intention of
installing camp 3 at 7,100 m of altitude and spending the night there has
become a reality. From the comfort of camp 2 at 6,400 m of altitude, we
arrived to the tiny location of our tents in a few hours. For that, we
climbed the part known as the Lhotse wall, a wall of ice of 50° of inclination
that leads to a more flat terrain where we installed our tents. It is a small
balcony hanging in the giant wall of ice. To our feet, the whole Valley of
Silence and a nice sun that did not forecast the shaky night we had in store.
Around 7 in the afternoon,
already inside our sleeping bags, a terrible wind began to blow. It was
constant at the beginning, but little by little it transformed in violent
gusts that made us fear of our own integrity. The hurricane roared all night
and we had to hold our tent all night, begging not to be suddenly swept from
this slope. Cold, snow in the interior and anguish for finding a moment of
weakness from Eolo and be able to escape from this mouse hole.
Finally, around 6 in the
morning we decided to escape from this hell, rappelling the ice wall, shaken
by the persistent wind. Without a doubt, toward base camp, to rest and try to
forget this bad night in high altitudes. Luckily nothing happened, we stood
up, although there are a lot of destroyed tents in camps 2 and 3. The night
took its toll.
Now, relaxing at base
camp, I try to recover under the warm sunshine. I enjoy good food made by
Juanito (of course), a have a nice cup of wine from my friends of Cariñena and
taste a good coffee from home (thanks to my friends of Orús). I dream that we
will soon have that coveted window of good weather and that in a few days we
could reach the 8,516 m of this great mountain called Lhotse.
Carlos Pauner
Translated from Spanish by
Jorge Rivera
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