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Everest on the South (Nepal) side |
Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think that this is
where it was all potentially leading.
I started out my outdoor career at a centre in Wensleydale
and after 7 years I’d worked up to being Deputy to head of Centre and Senior
Instructor. It was a great job at a small centre - I was out on session a lot
but also responsible for staff training, the off duty, the group programmes,
the fleet of vehicles, risk assessment etc. The boss wasn’t going to be moving
on and eventually it was time to spread my wings.
When I first arrived in Keswick I had 8 part time jobs –
anything to pay the bills. At about the same time I was offered some work in
Nepal and I jumped at the chance. It had never previously occurred to me that
it was a possibility but I knew that it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. This
then led on to me working for KE Adventure Travel who are based in Keswick,
where I’d settled after the Yorkshire Dales. I’d sent in my cv and resume and
followed it up with a phone call a week later. In the midst of being told that
they were ‘very busy’, ‘lots of leaders already’ and ‘Keswick is a long way to
come for a chat’ I mentioned that we had the same postcode. ‘Oh I’ll get the
kettle on then, see you in 5 minutes.’ I was there in 3.
It was great employment and I loved the culture and
environment as much as the landscape and work. I’d lived in Cambodia for 6
months in a previous life and whilst I was there I’d had a quick whistle stop
tour of Asia and been hooked. To be back in Asia and working in the mountains was
just awesome.
I’d often been asked ‘as a mountaineering instructor you
must want to do Everest,’ which I’d never quite understood. Now that I was
working a lot in The Khumbu I was now getting ‘as an expedition leader you must
want to do Everest.’ The answer was always an emphatic, and honestly from the
heart, ‘no thanks.’ I’d then go on to explain that it’s very cold up there,
potentially pretty dangerous, very expensive, loss of income whilst away, potential
loss of digits and life etc etc. And anyway, without the experience I’d never
get employed and I definitely didn’t want to go along as a client – not that I
wanted to go anyway. Not for me thanks. No siree.
And I genuinely meant it too.
My previous life had been as a commissioned officer in The
Royal Corps of Transport and so I had a bit of an understanding of different
types of leadership, motivation, delegation, logistics etc. I’d also been on
the Arctic Warfare Instructors course which was a pretty challenging 8 weeks in
Norway (one of only a few military courses where you are officially on double rations).
Out of 35 on the course only 5 of us passed. I saw grown men in tears during
the 8 weeks because of the cold, because of the knarly desperate conditions we
were in (with pretty flimsy gear at times) or from trying to ski wearing planks
of wood carrying 80Kg and because, at the end of the course, we then had to ski
in to a hole in the frozen fjord and get ourselves out. It was all fairly
brutal stuff really. I hadn’t realised at the time, but it was another pivotal experience
for me.
All this experience and training came in to play whenever I
was on an expedition and I found it to be a remarkably fortuitous background –
totally alien in many ways to being ‘a civvy,’ but leadership skills and an understanding
of logistics are all so transferrable. As are the skills required to look after
yourself, and still lead others, in the worst of conditions, even when you are
at your lowest ebb.
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Ama Dablam in the heart of The Khumbu |
I’d been lucky enough to have a friend in Keswick ask me if
I could put together an Ama Dablam trip and I jumped at the chance. It was a
great trip – just a bunch of mates having a go at a very impressive mountain.
No Climbing Sherpas or High Altitude Porters - just a cook crew, some porters
to Base Camp and a Sirdar. We had a great laugh and it was then that I found
out that I was also pretty good at altitude.
Having put in all the effort to run that trip, I decided to
advertise and I’ve been going back every year ever since.
It’s amazing that people ask ‘don’t you get bored of
climbing Ama Dablam every year?’ It’s the most amazing mountain in the
heart of some pretty spectacular mountainous terrain where I get to see and
work with Climbing Sherpas who have summited Cho Oyu, Shishapangma, Manaslu,
and Everest (one chap 18 times) who are now family friends. I’ve been working
with Kame, my Sirdar, for 9 years now and it’s a privilege to be with them
every time. When I compare that with climbing Snowdon, The Ben or Mont Blanc a
few times every season then I realise I have managed to manoeuvre myself in to
a very privileged position. Sometimes you have to make your own luck I guess.
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The North side of Everest - a very serious place to be |
In 2001 I heard about a bunch of mates who were off to have
a go at Everest in a few years’ time. The approach was the old style of expeditioning – just a
bunch of mates on the hill. I was sort of tempted because, although I knew I’d
never have a go at Everest, I also knew that if I did have a go it would be in
that style. However I already had another commitment – my own group on Island
Peak and the 2 overlapped by at least fortnight.
I was back from Ama Dablam (again) at the beginning of
December 2004 and I was chatting to Matt Sharman about the forthcoming Everest
expedition and he said he was arriving in Kathmandu on the 19th
April. My 3-years-in-the-planning-private-Island-Peak-group were departing KTM
on the 18th April! I realised that, whilst the two trips overlapped
by a few weeks, that in actual fact it was a possibility after all and this was
one of those once in a lifetime opportunities. I made some hasty phone calls –
one in particular to a chap called Baz Roberts.
I’d just been on his Wilderness Medical Training course (very
highly recommended by the way) and he’d shown us all some Everest video and
photos from his trip with Russell Bryce on the North side that Spring (2004). He had
wanted to go on the hill from the age of 9 or so, and everything had been
leading up to that experience. He’s a very methodical guy and even though I
didn’t really know him at the time I rang and asked him a bunch of questions. He
advised that I ask my friends about our relationship with Russell Bryce (Tom
Richardson and Ian Wade both knew him), how much oxygen we had (enough), our
Base Camp support (Mick had a friend who was a doctor (another +ve) who had
researched the 1996 disaster and written a paper on high altitude meteorology
(perfect)), what comms did we have (Ross was ex forces and had some friends who
were lending us a VHF set) etc etc.
The guys had been planning this for 3 or 4 years and
absolutely everything was in place. Not only were we the smallest, cheapest
trip on the mountain but also the most experienced. Ian Wade, perhaps the most
prolific of the lot, had summited over 65 6,000m peaks as well as Cho Oyu and
Gasherbrum II – both without oxygen. Tom Richardson had done more than most
people will ever do in their lifetime. Ross, Dan, Mick and Matt were all full
time, or certainly far more than part time, expedition leaders and Stuart
Holmes … well very bright light under very large bushel springs to mind.
I was to be in the company of some of the nicest (and most experienced)
guys I could ever hope to be with and my wife knew most of them too. So whilst Ali
(and I) found out on Boxing Day 2004 that ‘it’s turned blue!’ and I was going
to be a daddy, she still gave me her blessing to go on the trip. I signed up at the end of December and was going away in March. I started eating pies and doughnuts and,
despite working every day in Scotland that winter, managed to put on 2½ stone.
It’s the hardest training I have ever done.
These guys had invited along (only) 4 Climbing Sherpas who
were their friends – 2 of whom I already knew having worked with them
previously. So it wasn’t climber and guide or employer / employee – it was a bunch
of guys (and their Sherpa friends) on a BIG mountain. It was a low key, low
budget, but highly professional effort and, considering not a crossed word was
said for the whole trip, was a roaring success. I went along just thinking that
I’d see how it went. I had no aspirations for the summit (having only been to
6,856m previously) and just approached each day as a new day and a new
challenge.
After a while it was obvious that we were all having a
great, fun time and that we were all so much at home in the harsh environment
that is the North side of Everest and I honestly thought that we would have 6
or 7 (if not all 8) out of the 8 westerners on the summit. As it happens things
conspired against a few of the guys towards the end of the trip and before you
know it there were only 3 of us on the top. But all 4 Climbing Sherpas also
summited which was superb. Phendan had been on the top before but the others Sherpas
hadn’t. They had all worked so hard and Zambu, for example, had carried loads
to the top camp 11 times.
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Everest summit 30th May 2005 |
On the North side the top camp is at 8,300m (so 99m
higher than the summit of Cho Oyu) so this is an amazing feat and we couldn’t
have done it without them. Thankfully it has opened a door for all of them and they are
regularly employed on Everest (or Cho Oyu / Manaslu) and have managed to break
away from the trekking peak trips that they so often did.
I knew that if I had the chance that I’d love to go back.
But I also knew that I wouldn’t go back on the North side. It’s a particularly
serious summit day and if a client got in to difficulty then you may as well
get out your rosary beads. Also it’s the Climbing Sherpas who generally get
involved with rescues and I didn’t want to have the onus of endangering their
lives, let alone those of any clients, even more so now that I knew them all so
well.
A few Ama Dablam trips and a Cho Oyu trip later and an
opportunity arose. I was asked to lead a group to Everest Base Camp for a chap
who would then stay on Everest. I mentioned that I may know of a few people who
would also like to have a go at Everest. ‘You’ve got the job.’ I cherry picked
from my database and e mailed 23 people who I thought had not only the
aspiration and experience but also the right approach and temperament as well
as the ability to afford it and get time off work. 12 were interested. That
soon dropped to 7 or 8 and then the credit crunch happened. We were down to 3
so we delayed a year and eventually, in April 2011, myself, a friend of mine
who was to be our Base Camp doctor and 5 hopefuls started trekking.
Rather than racing up to EBC, sitting there for a fortnight
with headaches wondering how we would ever climb Everest feeling like this down
here, we trekked for 3 weeks elsewhere. It was a great acclimatisation schedule
but it also allowed everyone to forget about work etc and to relax and enjoy
the experience without having the overbearing nature of ‘Everest’ dauntingly in
view. Whilst we would never get away from the fact that this was definitely an
organised trip I wanted to try and recreate the style of expedition I’d been on
in 2005. To that end I was very conscious of the fun factor and for everyone enjoy
each other’s company.
There was not a headache in sight for the whole trip and we
arrived at Base Camp as a team, a unified dynamic group, rather than a bunch of
clients. We were enjoying ourselves, and the environment, and the rapport was
noticeable. I’ve seen other trips where the clients are so tense (and intense)
that it is just no fun at all. Indeed you can see people calculating and trying
to out manoeuvre each other in a dog eat dog slow race for the prized summit.
They certainly don’t lift a finger for each other as they definitely don’t want
to risk their own chances.
My team went the extra mile for each other. When we were on
the hill, whoever arrived first at a camp got a brew on and then, after admiring
the view and getting their breath back, started sorting the tent, roll mats,
sleeping bags etc for themselves and their tent partner. The sort of thing that comes naturally
to experienced mountaineers who realise that synergy is so important. You don’t
count the cost or take turns – it just happens.
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In the mighty Khumbu Icefall |
When we first entered The Khumbu Icefall it was quite an
emotional experience. Suddenly we were in the steps of the great pioneers. We’d
all read the books and it was all so historical and evocative. Everyone upped
the ante and changed from fun trekking mode to fun expedition mode and it was
noticeable that everyone just sharpened their senses.
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Looking up The Western Cwm with The Lhotse Face in the centre and The Geneva Spur the obvious rocky outcrop just left of centre leading diagonally off to the left and on up to The South Col. |
A few forays up and down the hill through the icefall and up
The Western Cwm and we were ready for our summit bid. In the old days folk used
to camp higher and higher on the assumption that they were acclimatising.
Nowadays we realise that round about 6,500m is the threshold and beyond there
a) you don’t acclimatise and b) you just deteriorate.
The weather was all over the place for a few days and indeed
we arrived and slept at Camp 3 (7,100m) on the way to the summit only to have
to come back down to C2. It wasn’t bad enough for long enough to warrant going
to Base Camp so we stayed at C2 for 5 nights. Then back to C3 and on up to The
South Col. Again the wind spiked and we stayed at The South Col for 24 hours
and then set off in to the night. Exciting stuff. The downside, however, was
that not only had some other teams sat it out as well but others had then
arrived the following day for their summit bid - so there were twice as many
people as we’d have hoped.
It turned out to be a fantastic moonlit night, but at times
a painfully slow journey. There was a queue pretty much most of the way up to
The Balcony. My feet got pretty cold and were getting colder due to
inactivity. I pondered this for the interminable minutes standing still and
couldn’t work out why. I had the same boots as 2005 when it had been colder and
windier. I had smartwool liners and mountain socks, the same as last time. I had
some foot warm up sachets and I’d checked thast they were working. Yes, we were
going slowly, but why were my feet this cold? Ponder, ponder.
The only reason I could come up with was that the liner
socks were my wife’s and were too tight for me and were constricting
circulation, albeit ever so slightly. So on arriving at The Balcony, when
everyone else was changing cylinders or taking on fluids and food, I whipped my
boots off, took off my mountain socks and removed my liners. They froze the
instant I’d removed the inner boot and it was paramount that I get my big socks
back on and my feet in to my boots before they froze as well.
I’d been rehydrating along the way whilst waiting for folk
to move so there was no other reason for me to stop. Within a couple of minutes
I’d managed to sort my feet out and was on the move. I over took about 30 to 40
people who were still loitering and being tended to by their Climbing Sherpas.
The rest of my group had sensibly moved straight through, as we had agreed
previously in the event of any queues, as they could change cylinders later.
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Looking back down to The Balcony and some of the people we'd managed to zip past. |
I soon caught up with Jen and Susan who were going fine. We
fragmented slightly around the South Summit, as I’d encouraged everyone to go
at their own pace. Yes we were a strong, dynamic, closely bonded group – but
not on summit day. You go for it with your Sherpa and don’t wait for the others
– don’t jeopardise yourself. Maybe we’ll meet on the summit, maybe not. Giles
had managed to get ahead of the crowds and summited at just after 5 in the
morning and Partha summited at around 7.30. I’d seen them both as they were
descending and they seemed to be suitably chuffed. Smiles and handshakes, a
brief chat and then onwards. Ever so slowly. Onwards and upwards.
I summited around 9.15. Jen and Susan and their Climbing
Sherpas arrived whilst I was still on the summit – which is hardly surprising
as I spent an hour and a half up there. It was a great day to be on the top
again. Not too cold and no wind. The view was as spectacular as I remembered
albeit spoilt slightly by the cloud that meant only the very highest peaks were
visible. In 2005 my camera only had the facility to do 30 seconds of video but I
managed to fit in a 360 panorama and we only stayed for maybe 15 minutes. This
time I had unlimited video capacity and managed to get a slower more
comprehensive video. I get a lot of comments from folk on YouTube about how
good it is which is a great compliment.
It was a fantastic culmination to a great expedition. Without
a doubt it the best and most exciting work I have done. I enjoyed it so much
that I’m going back again next year! Watch this space.
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On the summit of Everest. |