Dingboche

We moved up to Dingboche this morning, which puts us between 14,000-14,500ft. Definitely feeling the altitude, but also feeling better today.

Yesterday we moved from Namche Bazar up to Dobuche where we stayed at the lovely Paradise Lodge. Nothin quite like sleeping on a foam pad in a room built out of plywood. You can literally hear someone tying their shoes in the next room. Leaves very little to the imagination. Fortunately, when everyone is exhausted & adjusting to the altitude, the only things people are doing in their rooms are snoring & packing their bags for the next day.

Just before we got to where we’d be staying for the night, we stopped in Tangboche where we had a latté and a piece of apple pie while we were waiting for the monastery to open. John, Susan & Trudy decided to go up to the monastery anyway, and found a young monk who happened to have the keys to the joint, and ended up letting us all in, all by ourselves to check it out and get some history from him. Tashi, who is the young monk, has been studying there since he was 10yrs old. He was telling us that right now there are 35 monks that range from 10yrs old to 83 although all but four of them were away from town out teaching about the Buddha in the Khumbu valley. Very cool experience to get a personal tour with no one else in the monastery.

When we were walking out, we noticed an older (79yrs old) monk at the bottom of the steps. Although he didn’t speak English, he had an assistant there that did. When we told him what we were going to do, he offered a blessing by giving us a string necklace and some edible seed like things that are to give us longevity and long life. Definitely a powerful moment for the group, as we were not expecting it and it definitely sends good vibes up the hill for us!

Somewhere between Namche & Dobuche, I got food poisoning of some description. I’ve been bolting to the nearest “toilet,” which is often a hole cut in the floor with some leaves at the bottom, about 5-6 times a day. Great fun. Yesterday, as a result of my Himalayan quick-step, I had a real slow-going day. I pulled up the rear of the group all day, and was struggling to keep stepping forward. It sure takes it out of you. Literally and figuratively.

On the upside, I was feeling a bit better today, and at least got some of my energy back and we headed up to Dingboche where we’ll be staying for the next three nights while we further acclimatize. On our way up, we took a detour through Pangboche where we got to get a special blessing for our climb from the Lama Geshe. The whole process took about an hour where he chanted some prayers, blessed us with rice, water & string necklaces. He also gave us these little paper prayer flags that have been folded and have been tied together with multi-color string. Any time we are getting nervous, we just need to put that by our heart and we’ll be reassured. We also got another Kata (khada?) which is a silk scarf that is typically given along with a good luck wish & blessing. So far, I’ve collected four on the way in, but today’s was the most special so far.

En route I had a celebrity citing! I got to talk to and get my picture taken with Ueli Steck. He’s a total climbing badass. Last year he climbed Everest without Oxygen, and this year he’s working on a different route that they are keeping under wraps until they do it. He’s climbing with Simone Moro who is another Himalayan climbing hero. Ueli was also set a speed record for climbing the most difficult route on the Eiger (the north face) in something like 2hrs 57 minutes when the standard attempt by most climbers ranges 12+hrs or more. He’s dubbed the “Swiss Machine” given his prowess at high altitude. Look him up, impressive dude. Super nice too.

Then we headed out and up to Dingboche. When we arrived, Mingma whom owns the SnowLion lodge where we’ll be staying, greeted us with ginger & lemon tea plus a plate of french fries which were hands down the best I’ve had in recent memory. Maybe it was the altitude, maybe it was getting my appetite back, or maybe it was this special place, it’s hard to say. All I know is that I wolfed a bunch down. Tonight, we’re looking forward to roast chicken which apparently is quite infamous. Generally, on the trek in it’s advisable to be vegetarian and only eat cooked veggies. Deviating from that and you substantially increase your odds of getting something as awesome as what I’ve had. Apparently, though, eating the Yak steaks is almost a sure fire for getting deathly ill. I’ve talked to several folks that were put down for 24-48hrs and literally they did not think they were going to make it. With that, and as much as I like to eat weird stuff, I’ve steered clear of the Yak.

Everyone says hi to their families back home and hopes all is well.

Another day down, and another day closer to the hill.

Second day in Namche

Today we ended up getting a fairly early start at around 6:45ish. Today on tap for breakfast was French Toast. Not too shabby, considering we’re several day’s walk from anything.

After breakfast, we packed up for our acclimatization hike for the day. Namche sits about 11,200ft, which is a great place to start feeling the affects of altitude. Even just a few steps up the stair case in the lodge, and you’re taking a few extra breaths. We headed up to the Everest View Hotel, where we got our first view of the mountain itself. Very cool to see Everest, Cholatse, Ama Dablam and the back side of Nuptse as well. All impressive mountains in their own right.

Apparently, that hotel pumps oxygen into the rooms for their guests enjoyment. With it being about 12,700ft, it wouldn’t make for a very fun night if you came straight in there. Apparently the oxygen is a result of the Nepali royal family wanting to take a helicopter straight into that hotel and stay. Going from 3,500ft in Kathmandu to the Everest View Hotel would be absolutely miserable without it.

From there, we walked over to the Khumjung village, which is a very traditional Nepali/Sherpa village that doesn’t see many trekkers or climbers as the route from Namche to the next town generally bypasses Khumjung. Conveniently, for the Sherpa, there is a medical clinic that has western doctors that do rotations offering their services as well as getting experience with high altitude ailments.

We left the Khumjung village and passed through Khande on our way back to Namche Bazar. Sadly, the bakeries were all closed down today, so we didn’t get to get our fill of apple pie, or cheese croissant until we got back to town.

Tomorrow, we’re off to the next village for one night before we head to Dingboche for three nights. The name of the town escapes me, but I’m sure it has something to do with “che” Maybe, Someche?

Namche Bazar

Made it to Namche today after about 4.5-5hrs of walking. We gained a fair bit of elevation today, and are currently sitting around 11,500ft. Starting to feel it a little bit, but still feeling great overall!

Just before we got to our hotel for the night, we stopped at a local bakery for a coffee & pastry, which were both awesome. Super rough program we’re on here – as you can tell. Then we made our way up the stairs to our lodging for the next two nights. Great location, with an amazing view of the village.

Namche Bazar is a fairly major trade village for the local sherpa people. This is their Walmart. Never mind the fact that in order to get toilet paper, shampoo or beer takes someone nearly a week of carrying it strapped to their head to actually get it to the “market” It’s also the last bastion for buying any needed items we wished we had. From here on out, everything will carried in or in the case of Everest Base Camp, it’ll be flown in.

The higher we go, the more that basic things cost, like charging electronics (about $2) to boiling water or anything else. Even within the village the prices change as you go up the hill. $2 for 30 minutes of internet access in town to $2.50 a few feet up the hill.

Starting the trek

We made it from Kathmandu to Lukla today, via helicopter, which was very cool. Not a shabby place to go on your first helicopter ride. The Himalayas are breathtaking. It’s hard to process just how massive they are.

After we landed, we collected our gear, had tea and momos, then started the trek in. Today was really mellow. Three hours of mellow up & down, although mostly down, and we ended up in our first destination which was Pakding. We’re at a great hotel called the Star Lodge. We had a great lunch, and of course more momos, then headed up the hill for a quick hike up to a monastery about 20 minutes up the hill.

It’s also a school for kids training to be buddhist monks. I think there were 16 kids that lived at the school. One of them was nice enough to unlock the actual monastery so we could check it out. Tons of prayer books, written in Tibetan, and buddhist deities all over the wall. Very peaceful place.

We’re back down in our rooms, sorting what we may want for the next day, then eating some dinner and going to bed.

Tomorrow, it’s off to Namche Bazar where we’ll stay for a few days to acclimatize and check the scene out.

Kathmandu

What a wild place. Very chaotic (although somehow, it seems to be controlled chaos), dusty, busy, intense, dirty, parts are smelly and overall a very interesting place to be. The horns on the cars are a constant, pedestrians do NOT have the right away, and you learn that fast. If not, well, I guess you can have your body burned on the side of the river.

We went into a little market area called Thamel which was pretty cool. Just about any buddhist or Hindu deity, or tool for worship you could want. Not to mention cool masks of various deities to scare off the evil spirits. There were legit North Face & Mountain Hardwear stores that were right next to a shop that would sew any brand logo you wanted on their pants. You could get North Face pants with your name sewn on if you wanted, and for a fraction the cost of the real deal. They may fall apart in the first couple washes, but who cares?

We got to check out a few places which were former royal palaces that have since been converted into high-end hotels. It’s an interesting experience to be on one side of the wall where the horns are maddening and the sides of the road are just a mere suggestion to the other side of the hotel where it’s a peaceful sanctuary that smells of jasmine and has fountains that are a few hundred years old.

Yesterday, we went up to Swayambhu temple, which was amazing. A few stupas that had the eye of Buddha on top keeping a watchful eye on everyone. Tons of buddhist and hindu statues adorned the temple along with countless prayer wheels all of which say “Om Mani Padme Hum” written in Tibetan, which you turn as you walk by to send the prayer to heaven. Prayer flags were strewn everywhere in between trees, connecting to the top of the stupas and anything else they could be tied to. On both the way up, and the way down were plenty of merchants trying to sell anything from handmade bracelets to hand carved stones, or pieces of fresh coconut.

After a really mellow meal, we sorted the last of our gear, and went to bed waiting for our 4:45am wakeup call to head out and try to fly to Lukla

Bangkok

Since I have a few days here before I head to the chaos of Kathmandu, I figured I should take in as much of it as I can.

I think I gave it a red hot go, and fortunately, am back in the hotel in one piece.

I went and checked out the Royal Palace, which was pretty cool. Walked around there checking out temples (wat) and doing the tourist thing. Pretty cool to check out all the ornate design & decoration on all the buildings. One big massive structure (amongst many other things) was covered in gold.

Just across the street was the Pho Wat (pronounced Po Watt) which has a HUGE “reclining” Buddha. This is generally representative of a dying buddha, but the feet alone were about 16 or so feet long. The thing was massive, and completely coated in gold. It was pretty incredible.

Conveniently, just across the street is a Thai massage joint. Let me tell you, there was nothing happy about this massage. I felt like I had been beat up by a Thai kickboxer. I was punched, slapped, kneeled on, poked, prodded and kneaded. It was quite painful at times. After all was said and done, I felt awesome, and ready to back out and continue sweating my brains out. Best $18 I’ve spent in a while. 1hr in the ring with a dude who smiles at you’re wincing in agony while he’s got his whole body weight on a leg muscle, or jabbing his thumb in your neck.

The ride home was even more exciting. I took a jeepney, which is basically a cab put on a three wheeler, back to the hotel. That guy didn’t blink at splitting lanes, driving on the “wrong” side of the road, or taking a space in between cars when there was barely enough room for a motorcycle, let alone this thing. He did not give a shit about anything, and I’m glad I didn’t have a seat belt, because if we crashed, I’d just be turned into a vegetable. Better to let go, and enjoy the ride…

Back in the room, and needing to figure out what’s for dinner, then do it all over again tomorrow.

So it begins…

Just sitting on my flight to Los Angeles where I’ll then head to Bangkok for a couple days before ultimately I get to Kathmandu on the 1st. Should be a super exciting set of flights back to Asia for the second time in a few weeks.

I’m pumped for the experience, but also nervous about leaving for two months, and thinking about everyone cheering me on. I’m a pretty lucky dude. Not everyone gets the opportunity in their lives to do some of the cool shit I’ve gotten to do and continue to do.

Giddeyup, it’s time to go.

Until BKK, see ya!

Here’s a pretty cool 3D video of the SouthEast Ridge route on Everest that I’ll be following here in a few weeks.

It’s looking like our flights from Kathmandu to Lukla, in Nepal, where we’ll start our trek in are scheduled for the 5th of April.  We could be at basecamp by the 13th or 14th!

Everest 3D – Classic southeast ridge route from 3D RealityMaps on Vimeo.

Final Trip Report – Vinson Massif, Antarctica 2012 – Part 4 (Final)

Of course, the night wasn’t complete as we learned that the ANI (Adventure Network International – whom runs the guiding on Vinson & elsewhere on Antarctica) group was having a party in their heated tent just across camp from us.   Naturally, we obliged, and joined in for a fun night of drinks and getting to know some incredible people, some of whom held speed ascent records of Mt Everest (Lhakpa Gelu) and other whom had been climbing in the Himalaya for 20+yrs but were simply doing the weather reports on Vinson (although we waited for these twice a day, and planned accordingly).  It’s a pretty small community down there, full of a wide range of experts (Dave Hahn with nearly 30 ascents of Vinson & 14 summits of Everest) all of whom are humble, friendly and gracious people that enjoy everyone else’s company.  
The next day, with not too many people having sore heads, we got the news that we had the chance to fly back to Union Glacier.   Of course we jumped at the opportunity, almost literally given that we had one hour to pack everything up and be ready to be boarding the twin otter plane.  
Back at Union, we set our Hilleberg tents one last time, and settled in  for the next few days while we waited for the Ilyushian flight back to Punta Arenas.  Life at Union isn’t rough at all.  They have heated tents which are large enough for 10-12 dining tables, plus a full kitchen & cook staff.   Three cooked meals a day, and all the books about Antarctica you could ever (or never) want to read.   The first day back was great, and it was a relief to have somewhere else to go other than your tent and the dining tent.  
After 24hrs, the place does get extremely small, and you look to do anything to keep yourself occupied while you wait.  The second day, the group went on a walk to “the beach” which was about an hour’s walk from Union Glacier where we could see a point where two glaciers were slamming into one another.  We also got walk around on the green rocks & quartz up the hill where we could see the wide expanse of ice beyond the horizon.   Again, trying to process the remoteness and uniqueness of the experience is very humbling and overwhelming.   I am extremely fortunate to be able to go on such an expedition, and I know that I’m of a few that have had the luxury of doing so.  Antarctica is so far from anything you experience in daily life that it’s difficult  to completely sink in and come to terms with where you are and what you’re experiencing.
Finally, the day to go home had come!  Given that the weather is so critical to the schedule of everything related to Antarctica, you can’t count on any flight happening until it’s in the air, en route and almost near by.  Fortunately though, the weather was solid and the Russian cargo jet made the flight from Punta Arenas to Antarctica and landed safely.  We were able to arrange with ALE (Antarctic Logistics & Expeditions – ANI’s logistics arm) to be near the runway to watch the plane come in and land.  It was pretty fun to be there when the next group of climbers landed all decked out in their down parkas, down suits & face masks.  Since we had grown accustomed to the cold, we were nearly all in our base layers, baseball caps & sunglasses.  Looks aside, I’m sure we smelled like roses to the new group.  I’m sure they were wondering, like we were, what to expect and if they’d look the same in a few weeks.
We boarded the flight, and got ready to head back to civilization, or the closest thing to it that we’d seen in weeks.   We’d all been dreaming about what we’d do when we got back, whether it was a Pisco Hot, or just a shower, we all had our plans set in stone.  
Now that I’ve been back home for over a month, and starting to get in the mindset of another upcoming expedition, I’m appreciative of the opportunity to go down to Antarctica, and climb Vinson Massif with a great group of people and an outstanding set of guides.  With the prospect of Mt. Everest ahead, it’s starting to quickly sink in what a big journey it will be, both in terms of time and the height of the hill.  I’m anxious and excited for the experience, and needing to stay focused on training & gear prep to ensure I’m as ready as I possibly can be.
Until I start the next, this one has been another successful trip, to say the least!

Final Trip Report – Vinson Massif, Antarctica 2012 – Part 3

Summit day!!!!! 24th of December 2012

With the weather looking like it’ll hold, we head off out of high camp for our summit push.  A super exciting breakfast of oatmeal and anything else you can stomach plus trying to drink as much water as you can gets you ready to head off for the day.  The going is slow, but steady and relatively easy straight out of camp.  The incline is fairly mellow, but we move at a steady pace to ensure no one burns out before the summit.

The weather was in our favor, and was extremely mild for the bulk of the day on our ascent.   Just prior to getting to the summit ridge, the wind picked up quite a bit which dropped the temperatures to an estimated -40ºC.   This was the first point in the trip where I actually used my huge down parka, summit mits & face mask.  Although I had been carrying them for days with not so much as pulling them out to use them as a pillow, I was sure glad I had them on summit day.  We also had been advised to open up hand warmers and throw them in the gloves in the morning.  That was a welcomed reprieve from the cold & wind when you threw on those gloves and had something warm to hold onto.  
At this point, all bundled up, we started up the last portion of the climb up the summit ridge with our objective close at hand.  
Moving up the ridge is fairly slow for a few reasons.  Notably, we’re freezing our asses off, but we also need to clip into and out of fixed protection (climbing anchors in the mountain) and doing so with mittens is a real hassle (damn near impossible). Fortunately, many of the protection points were shielded from the wind which meant you could at least take a mitten off to unclip & clip into the anchors which were backup safety in case someone lost their footing.
Finally, we could see the the summit itself, mostly due to the fact that another group was a bit ahead of us and were taking their celebratory pictures.  The bummer about the timing of our reaching the summit was that clouds had set in thereby limiting our view to about 20-30feet in front of us.  Never the less, everyone made it to the top!  
The summit of Mt. Vinson generally entails a corniced ridge that is fairly infamous in nearly every summit shot previously taken.   We were lucky enough to have -23ºC temperatures at the top which meant we could hang out for about a half an hour.   We made a bunch of satellite phone calls back home to let everyone know that we had made it, were safe and all super stoked to be on top after working for the last week or so.  
After we’d made our calls, everyone tried to stomach some kind of food & water at which point we began our descent.  Although the ridge line itself was semi-technical, the bulk of the mountain was pretty straight forward.  Considering we’d only be on the ridge itself for maybe 20 minutes, we still needed to be very cognizant of each step, but the majority of the difficulty lie behind us.  Now, the trick was making sure we kept up the energy to keep slogging it out back down to high camp.
Once back in high camp, elated, we pulled off our crampons, boots & packs to hop into our sleeping bags to recover from two long days.   Our summit day ended up being about 11hrs give or take.  Again, still not as long or as intense as Denali, but still one that isn’t completely a walk in the park.  We filled a few water bottles, had a final meal and zoned out for the night.  That -40ºF sleeping bag felt GREAT. 
While still running on the high post-summit, we packed up our high camp and headed down through the fixed lines back down to low camp.  The beauty of the Vinson trip, at least during this part, was that we could be unroped through the fixed lines, which meant we were free to move at our own pace.  The first time down the fixed lines, I nearly burnt a hole in my Black Diamond Guide Gloves due to arm-rapp’ing in addition to being clipped in (an arm rap is simply where you rap the route around your arm so that you can quickly arrest a fall should you lose your footing).   This second time through I didn’t run down the face, but I still did work up a serious sweat, fogging up my glasses and soaking through nearly everything I had on.   
When we got back to low camp, we made quick work of packing up anything we’d left behind, stuffing our duffels with extra gear and fixing the sleds to our packs to make the journey back to Vinson Base Camp.  
Again, unlike Denali, this time the sleds were not that bad.   The hills were mellow enough that it was extremely easy to manage the sleds.  Not to mention, that we’d only been carrying sleds for such a short time, everyone was quite tolerant of the inevitable smack into the feet when someone would zone out while staring at what we’d climbed up.   On the descent, we got lucky enough to have clear skies, so we could see the ice falls on the ridge up to high camp & the summit itself.   We also got to see the crevasses we had climbed earlier much more clearly!  Ignorance sure is bliss when you’re walking through a crevasse field where any given crevasse may be hundreds or thousands of feet deep.   
A low cloud bank had rolled into VBC, obstructing the view, and making it impossible to tell just how much further we really had.  It hid the camp, but we still had breathtaking views of Antarctica which is mind blowing when you try to comprehend just how remote you are and how far you truly are from ANYTHING.  
Now, back at VBC on Christmas Day, we were waiting eagerly for the steak & wine dinner we’d been promised early on in the trip.   Box wine has never tasted better than it did that night!  I don’t care what day of the week it was made, it was awesome.  The steak sure didn’t suck either.  Quite the meal to be had on a climbing expedition.   Definitely a first, that’s for sure.  Jacob & Seabass are badass guides/cooks/friends!