Posted on 05/23/2006 8:42:02 AM PDT by Paddlefish
Mark Inglis, an amputee who conquered Mount Everest on artificial legs last week, yesterday defended his party's decision to carry on to the summit despite coming across a dying climber. As his team climbed through the "death zone," the area above 26,000 feet where the body begins to shut down, they passed David Sharp, 34, a stricken British climber who later died. His body remained on the mountain.
Mr. Inglis, 47, a New Zealander, said: "At 28,000 feet it's hard to stay alive yourself. He was in a very poor condition, near death. We talked about [what to do for him] for quite a lot at the time and it was a very hard decision. "About 40 people passed him that day, and no one else helped him apart from our expedition. Our Sherpas (guides) gave him oxygen. He wasn't a member of our expedition, he was a member of another, far less professional one." Mr. Sharp was among eight persons who have died on Everest this year, including another member of his group, a Brazilian. Dewa Sherpa, a manager at Asian Trekking, the Katmandu company that outfitted Mr. Sharp before his climb, said he had not taken enough oxygen and had no Sherpa guide.
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The company charges $6,000 to provide services as far as base camp -- far less than the $35,000 or more cost of guided trips to the summit. Other mountaineers have criticized the commercialism of climbing the 29,035-foot peak, with guides charging huge sums to climbers with minimal experience.
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I think it is aweful unless the dying climber was a liberal or french... then, what the hell?
That is an awful thing to say! French is a beautiful language...
I can't say anything good about liberals.
I can't go there with you. I don't call it murder, but it was an important test failed.
There were certain things only bought by old blacks. I assumed it was because they were cheap. This was the 1960s. They also bought Ox tail, which was the skinned tail of any large bull or cow. It's the skinned tail of the cow or bull. It's like a long, thick finger, with a bunch of joints. You cut it about 2/3 the way down and skin it. There's a decent amount of meat, and it's used as soup bones.
The butcher puts cuts half way through the bone, so it's possible to roll the thing up and bend it in doing so.
Beef kidneys were also big items.
Hearts and tongues went in chili or sausage, which I made from scratch.
I am looking for pics of the terrian for the climb up the N col. I have some that go to 8300M and am looking for the last 5-6 hundred meters. Do you know where any are? Jamie's site seems to only go up that far.
BTW, it looks like running to someone's aid is fairly common. They seem to be giving supplies, but the supplies are probably in short supply. The parties seem to have comms, but it seems there's also a language barrier. I would think each group, or person would have a radio.
sorry, blew The ping. Last one was for you too.
Do I REALLY look like Eddie??? ;-)
Sorry, I blew the ping. Both you guys were supposed to be pinged. :)
I'll see if I can find my book in the morning. I'm painting the inside of my house and everything isn't where it is supposed to be.
The book, Ghosts of Everest by Eric Simonson covers the north side extensively. As it is pertinent to the attempt to find Mallory and Irvine.
On a side note, he gave me a credit in the book.. ;-) He didn't have to. I just made them some banners.
Thanks very much. I've been looking, but haven't found what that missing 2-300m looks like yet. Have fun painting. :o)
I was a big fan of the Frugal Gourmet, and one time I followed one of his recipes for roasting beef bones for 12 hours, capturing all that the bones and marrow rendered and making consomme (sp?). It was really, really good, had the consistency of gelatin and the bones yielded a lot more volume than I anticipated.
A couple of my uncles were butchers in Italy. One of them, who was married to my aunt, used to bring my Mom meat for her to make sauce during a time when meat was purchased sparingly because work and money were both scarce. He was a really good guy. Liked his wine, which my aunt would rail against so he'd escape to the peace of my Mom's kitchen and simple meal.
A good butcher is like a good mechanic, when you find one you realize what you have and so you're really loyal.
That's the book I picked out of boredom at the library.
It so fascinated me, that I began to really research Everest and read everything I could about it.
The picture you posted shows the "Third Step" ahead, hiding the "Snow Pyramid" that is the last feature before the summit. The picture below is the "Third Step" and beyond
Here's a great, compact photo showing the complete Route from the Northeast ridge, across a bit of the face, up to the ridge just before the "First Step", swoop below and go up the Middle of the Second Step, over the Third Step and, for most climbers, around the Snow Pyramid and up to the summit with a circuitous climb across the North Face.
I'm sure apologies will follow from all the posters here who condemned the climbers and quoted the story of the Good Samaritan. (not holding my breath)
No doubt these arm-chair Good Samaritans could have lowered the climber down the entire mountain with one hand while reading from the Bible in the other hand and singing the Hallelujah chorus at the top of their lungs.
You remember "Snotty" from Revenge of the Nerds II?
Which version - the ten-foot-tall roadblock, or the little old basketcase on wheels? ;)
Not Hannibal Chew...
But Snotty!
I beg your pardon. The man deliberately placed himself in a position where he knew full well that if he failed to pull it off, others would have to risk death or die themselves in vain attempts to save him from his folly. What principle gives him a claim on their lives? No man is required to forfeit his own life for another's man selfish vanity.
There is no nobility in this folly. None. Quit trying to put lipstick on a pig.
The really "cheap dime store stuff" here is the various sappy mental mastications calling this a "good samaritan" scenario. It is not. I'm sure it makes you feel holy and self-righteous to utter these silly edicts ex cathedra from the throne of your K-Mart task chair, but you really shouldn't conflate feeble and opaque ponderousness with wisdom.
Verbosity, Eccles is thy name.
Once you know meat, you know which part came from where on the cow, and you know good meat. When possible, it's best to get your cuts right then, when you buy the meat. I don't like getting cuts that have been in a package for an undetermined time.
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