Five People in a Three-Person Tent East Ridge Camp I - Saturday, July 8, 2000
Hi Mountain Zone, we made it to Camp I, pretty much on the East Ridge. It feels amazing to me because it took us a month to get here. Anyway, it's been snowing a lot, so the going is a bit tough. We are camped on a high slope above the Potterfield Glacier, on the edge of the Waugh Basin, which provides a kind of hidden key to gaining this ridge, which is accessed from the opposite side of the Kuksay Glacier by climbing up the Potterfield Glacier. Bye for now, Dan Mazur
Jon Otto Walter explored the route up to Camp I on the left side of the ridge. The hike over to Base Camp was a little nostalgic as I thought back to our trek two years before to this area on a reconnaissance trip to check out this East Ridge route. Now we are on it at Camp I, and I feel strong. At this very moment, the evening of the 8th, we are five people huddled into the three-person tent with three stoves going. Bye, Jon Otto. Walter Keller
Anne Ramzy First, I found myself in a rock slide, maybe 10 feet. I came out fine, though, and everything was okay. Coming to the top of the next rock ridge, I found a huge glacial river running, with an ice bridge, maybe one foot across. Yup, I started walking across the bridge before my foot slipped. There I was, sitting there, straddling this ice bridge. I couldn't stand up I had a 40-50lb pack. So what did I do? I slid my way across, sitting down, across the bridge. I got over the next ridge and decided to sit and have a rest. I found a rock that looked as though it was carved right for my rear end. No sooner had I sat down, than I completely dumped over on my back, sprawled out like a turtle on its shell, arms and legs in odd directions. At that point, I figured I had two options: laugh or cry. I remembered my childhood nickname "Princess" because I never did anything that required physical exertion, and I remembered all the camping/snowboarding etc. trips with friends: we always came home with me thinking I broke a limb or had some strange illnesswhich I never did. So, right then and there, I burst out laughing, just hee-hawing myself silly. I love this place; it works me to my very last laugh. There couldn't have been a more beautiful sight than reaching Camp I today and taking in the view. It was as if Mustagh-Ata, the Father of the Ice Mountains himself, had opened up a secret door for us, to view this wonderful place. Love, Anne D. Ramzy
Yang Li Qun
Dan Mazur, Jon Otto, Walter Keller, Anne Ramzy and Yang Li Qun, MountainZone.com Correspondents |