Tuesday, January 11th, 2011
The moment we had been waiting for finally arrived. Joss and I woke up around 4:15 am, and started to get ready. I don’t know what the temperature was, but I know it was COLD. This is coming from a guy who goes jogging along the lakefront in Chicago while it’s snowing – but that’s beach weather compared to this kind of cold. This was bone chilling, freezing, f*ing cold….. oh and it was windy too.
It was pretty much impossible to spend more than about 2 minutes outside the tent without being chilled to the bone. Thus, we both got ready inside the tiny two-man tent that was marginally bigger than a bivvy sack. When we emerged, we had to start walking immediately, at about 5am.
We were both immediately surprised that out of everyone who had moved to C2, no one else was on the mountain. We were also surprised and dissapointed to realize that the trail that Joss had broked the previous day was completely gone from the wind and snow. We were starting from scratch.
We started moving, in order to warm up, trying to find the trail in the dark. Although the going was tough, we were making reasonable time. I was, however, very concerned about my feet which had been numb since the get-go. Having friends who had lost the functional use of toes while climbing mountains, I was aware of and determined to avoid that fate. Alas, my feet just did not want to get feeling in them.
We continued to make progress, as the sun finally began to peek around the ridge. Joss was doing most of the trail breaking – he’s an accomplished climber, guide, and porter in Patagonia, and an extremely strong mountaineer. I was priveleged to have a climbing partner like him.
When the sun finally hit us, I decided to try to get some feeling back into my feet. I took my shoes off and massaged them, but it didn’t seem to be doing much good. Finally deciding that exercise might be better than sitting in the snow, we set off again after the 15 min rest.
A little over an hour later, I still couldn’t feel my feet and was really worried. I took my boots off again, but was still having no luck. That’s when I finally decided to take a calculated risk. I was wearing an older pair of Thorlo expedition socks, which I had put on because my new Smartwool socks were damp from the the previous day. For some reason, I had tossed the Smartwools into my pack (very odd, since I was trying to save every gram of weight.) Even though the smartwools were wet, I figured I had nothing to lose, and put them on after taking the Thorlos off. Unbelievable! It was like someone had put a heater on my feet. In no time, they were warm, had feeling, and I was off!
At this point, my mood brightened dramatically. I had gone from being worried about losing my toes to now feeling great. The sun was up, I was in great shape, and the weather looked good. I was elated! Nothing stood between me and the summit (or so I thought.)
About 4 and a half hours into the climb, we were nearing the junction of the Polish Traverse and the Normal Route. This is the half way point in terms of distance to the summit – it was probably about 10am. Unfortunately, the weather was also changing dramatically. After breaking trail for almost five hours, we were exhausted (in truth – Joss did most of the trail-breaking) and we could see an ominious plume of snow signaling high winds at the summit. Dreaded lenticular clouds were blowing in across the horizon, and it was clear the weather was changing for the worse – and quickly.
The weather was quite similar to the last few days, and following that pattern there would be crippling storms between C2 and the Summit by noon or 1pm. Although we would likely have time to make it to the Summit before conditions were unpassable, there was no telling if we could get back down.
We decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and that we were better off to live to fight another day. Reluctantly, we took some pictures at our high point, and turned back to C2 as the weather continued to deteriorate.
As we were headed back, a confused climber on the Normal route tried to follow us back to our campe repeatedly. It took a number of attempts for us to convince the climber to head back to his camp, which seemed to put an exclamation point on our decision to head on back.
We got back and broke camp as the storm blew in. The other climbers at C2 had apparently elected not to make the summit attempt because of the extreme cold. Joss and I took some solace in the fact that these expert climbers had not made it as high on the hill as we had. Truthfully, I was feeling a combination of disappointment and a goal unrealized, but also contenment that we had done as well as possible given the weather conditions – and ultimately I am quite comfortable we made the right decision.
It was slow going as I hauled the pack down to C1 and then to BC. Jeremy came and met me on the the trail, generously trying to take my pack for the last bit of the walk. I was happy to be down as I rolled into BC, and was reunited with the whole crew. Nina had stories from the doctor (apparently she may have had Peripheral Edema.) We went to Sr. Lopez tent for a New Years eve feast, and had more ribs and mashed potatos (along with some Makers Mark I had brought onto the mountain.) Ultimately, it was an incredibly memorable and happy New Year. Although I would have liked to have been celebrating a successful summit attempt – all’s well that ends well. I was quite content as we laid in the tent and counted down to 2011.
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