'And then high above, towered the unbelievable peaks of the Khumbu
region - mighty ice-fluted faces, terrific
rock buttresses, and razor-sharp jagged ridges soaring up to
impossible heights.'
-Sir Edmund Hillary
For two days you will plot and plan; sort out tents, ropes,
cookers, pitons,
and karabiners; organise your food and work out the right
amount of fuel, check the
Sherpas' equipment, and sign on a band of
porters, half of whom are women. Now you are ready to set off on your
journey up the Khumbu
Glacier to Base Camp.
As you wander up the valley and through the village of
Pangboche the skies
darken and threaten. You are spurred on and finally make camp in a
deserted village as the snow is falling everywhere around you.
When you awake next morning and peep out of your tents, the world has
turned white. Some of the porters have no snow glasses; will
they get
snow-blind if they carry on?
Maybe you will pick up handfuls of snow and throw it around in
excitement like Sir Edmund Hillary did - just to see it twinkle in the
soft morning sun!
The climb up the Khumbu Valley is steeper and the snow is almost a
foot thick. The sun shines brightly and the glare is
intense. The porters without snow glasses are squinting painfully in the
strong light. You make camp in a grassy dip beside the Khumbu Glacier as
those without snow glasses struggle into camp with lowered heads and
swollen, weepy eyes. The next day some are temporarily blind and
cannot see at all, while others although bleary-eyed are willing
to continue. A member of your party uses some spare lenses and black
adhesive tape and string to create pairs of make shift
snow goggles for the suffering porters.
A day later you move out onto the Khumbu Glacier. At first you
must climb over seemingly endless
moraine
heaps, until you finally reach the clear ice in the middle, where there is
an easier trough to follow between the great
seracs. Floating
high above you now is the grim black summit pyramid of Everest
with wind-whipped snow streaming out into the thin air. Will you ever make
it to the summit?
Finally you reach the site of the Swiss campsite of the previous year.
Although it is a most uncomfortable place with rocks spread all over the
hard ice, there are some flat places suitable for tents, and
it seems the best available. At last you can take off your loads and start
setting up a new Base Camp for your expedition party.
You get a lucky break - the Swiss have left a big pile of juniper wood -
enough to keep your fires going for a week. That will save you stripping
more juniper shrubs for a while.
Written from the descriptions in the books:
Hillary, E. (1999) View from the Summit. Doubleday: Great Britain.
Hillary, E. (1955) High Adventure. Hodder and Stoughton Ltd: London.