Tuesday, April 8, 2008

April 7, 2008 Everest Base Camp 17,575 feet

Greetings from Base Camp- the last few days have been filled with movement to Gorak Shep, acclimatization hikes to Kala Patthar and finally movement to our Base Camp site itself.



Since the last dispatch, our team headed further north from Lobuche, traveling further along the Khumbu Glacier moraine and toward where our Everest climb begins. The rumors swirling about Nepali Army Checkpoints in Gorak Shep, confiscation of satellite equipment, etc. proved to be false, but all teams are talking about it and some of the more experienced guides here are discussing it privately, wondering what it all means. Climbing permits have been issued, and while there is a blackout summit window where the Chinese have their chance to get the Olympic Torch to the top, at present it doesn't seem to affect us. The north climb route is an easier and less technically challenging path to the summit, so they should be able to pull it off.

All along this leg of the trek we have a solid view of the Khumbu Icefall, and even views at times of mountains that lie in Tibet. We are surrounded by the mighty peaks of Pumori, Lingtren, Khumbutse and Nuptse, and just out of view to the east are Everest and Lhotse. It's really quite spectacular when the clouds and snow aren't blocking out our views.




While the last two days were filled with crappy weather, today has been absolutely beautiful. No wind, only late clouds that roll in during the afternoon. At some points Everest comes into view, and you can't help but stare up and comment about how even though you are currently sitting at 17,000', there are still another 12,000' to go. If anything, it makes us more excited about what is to come.


Rolling into Base Camp, it takes us close to 30 minutes just to find our site. This place is a mini-city and it takes wandering, asking, and moraine scrambling to figure out where we are going. At one point I bumped into Tim, the Canadian team leader from the Monastery tea house and we caught up quickly before again losing Willie in the jumble of rocks. Finally vectoring in to the correct site at the far end of the camp grounds, we were introduced to our cook staff and other two climbing Sherpas- Tendi and Lama Jumbo. All appear capable and have the same smiling demeanor of Lhakpa. We are pointed to our tents- home for the next six weeks- and begin an unpacking job that sounds easier than it really is. Grab a bag, walk ten feet. Stop. Gasp for 30 seconds until you catch your breath. Walk ten feet. Stop. Gasp again. Repeat. Even rooting around in your tent takes some degree of effort and then everything stops when you hear a mammoth avalanche calve off the flanks of Pumori, immediately to the west.


There must easily be 300 people here, if not more than that. This doesn't include the trekking groups, which we hear are due to arrive in a few days and will easily swell those numbers. The camp site is on the Khumbu Glacier itself, just at the base of the Khumbu Icefall to the east. To our north is a steep talus slope constantly pushing rock fall, and to the south the Khumbu Glacier flows away along the path we followed to get here.


Willie runs around as a Man With a Mission, making sure everything is set up properly. This includes several sat phone calls back to Kathmandu, Francisco shows the entire group that he's quite an engine mechanic by somehow getting the 16 year old generator working, and Joe wired the electrical box with in/out currents to juice community tents & recharge batteries. Both turn out to be life saver accomplishments once the sun passed out of view and our camp area frosted over faster than you could say "who turned off the heat?"


The cook staff whips up a ridiculously lavish meal for us, including spaghetti, cole slaw, hamburgers (we think Yakburgers) and fruit dessert. Then we huddle around a space heater and watch "Balls of Fury" before calling it a night.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Gopkyo/ Yak/ Nak Phenomenon

All along the trip, we have been passed, have passed or walked alongside these pack mules of the Himalayas. But as it turns out, there are actually three beings that we have noticed. We spent a good day talking about these creatures, which are finally starting to take on some identifying characteristics. Willie related a story to us about NEVER walking on the outside unless you want an express elevator ride 30 ft down thanks to a careless animal bumping you in just the wrong place on the trail. As for us, this is what we have been able to glean. For example, Gopkyos are all along the trail from Lukla to Base Camp, while Yak/Nak are only found from Namche Bazaar and higher due to the heat found at lower elevations.

Gopkyo: Yak/ Water Buffalo hybrid. Useful in the lowlands, can go all the way up to Base Camp but can't carry as heavy loads. Good in warmer climates, more docile. Less hair. Less likely to spear you with a horn or bump you off a trail. Stop for you to pass. Have as much trouble spelling their names as we do.


Yak: Male of the Yak species. Slightly evil. Lots of hair, make weird snorty noises. Have thicker horns, which must be sexy to female Yaks- a.k.a. Naks. Carry lots. Handlers seem to be yelling at them constantly, which is funny to me given that one of their pack straps is right up the base of their tail. If I had a strap up there, I'd do whatever my handler wants. Maybe it's a Yak G-String.


Nak: Lots of hair, but they wear it well. Thinner, more petite horns. Make less noise and from what we learned, they stick around and don't wander off. Graze on anything, must make cheap dates for Yaks. But seem impatient w/ each other at times- I saw one Nak ram another in the ass when it wasn't moving fast enough, unsolicited. FYI Naks make milk, Yaks don't. so Yak Butter? Mebbe not. Nak Butter sounds funnier anyway. Make weird whistly noises in the middle of the night when people are trying to send dispatches nearby.

Lobuche Down Day

-enter cowboy music-

bowm bow bow wow bowm bow bow wow bowm bow bow wow

-enter scene-

Inside the galley, the cast iron stove flares to life bringing faint warmth to the occupants. Dark walls brimming with pictures and drawings of animals, trees line creaky wooden floors. Three hulking men sit menacingly in the shadows, throwing down cards. At another table, more well lit by windows that offer views of not too distant mountains, four play a game of Texas Hold Em to pass the time, sipping slowly on their cups and concentrating heavily as the blind goes up and up. "Check" says Joe. Others read or write as music plays faintly in the background and the cook chops diligently on vegetables right behind a bar riddled with various types of beer and whisky. Another weary traveler enters- everything stops- and then continues when no six-shooters appear.

Outside, a horse whinnies as snow falls on adjacent rocks. The small four building town is almost as sleepy during the day as it is at night, nestled inside a side valley adjacent to the Khumbu Glacier moraine field. Wait.. what!? Where the heck are we?

Thank Callie from PBS Frontline who visited here last year and a down day for that little wild west scene. She put the idea in my head with an email describing this town and she's right on the money with a scene that could quite literally have tumbleweeds blowing down the center of town. Except for the ever present Yaks, I'd totally agree. You can even rent a horse here to get a ride to Base Camp.. Cost? Forty bucks.

Today we did a quick acclimatization hike up to about 16,800' or so. Up top, Francisco offered up "Happy Birthday, Doug"- this has to be one of the most unique birthdays I have ever celebrated, truth be told.



The last picture is looking down across Lobuche toward the IMG tent camp nestled next to the Khumbu Glacier moraine. I'm so glad I'm not in a tent right now.


We then dropped quickly back to the lodge to rest & acclimatize for the rest of the day. In a nutshell, this means that Joe brings out the poker chips and cleans everyone out, there's lots of talking and community movie watching. The Bourne series, we learn- is a big hit with the Sherpas. Later in the day, the team surprises me with a home made cake and "Happy Birthday", sung in Spanish, Russian, English, Australian, and Nepali- truly unique.

Willie rejoined us today, fresh off a quick 3 hr climb from Dingboche. He's doing great and we are all set for tomorrow when we'll continue higher up to Base Camp. Willie did bring us news on potential news blackouts from Everest Base Camp thru the 10th of May.. hopefully that won't happen. Tomorrow, we will be packing away all satellite comm equipment, including the BGAN. There's rumor of a police checkpoint enroute to Gora Shep and we don't want anything confiscated. So unless we learn otherwise it might be a while until we are able to upload dispatches again.

More to follow on the permits and the stipulations going along with them- rumors are swirling but the good news is that despite all that, the climbing part is still a go.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Happy Birthday!




HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY WANDERER!!!

WISHING YOU AN AMAZING (AND SAFE) JOURNEY UP EVEREST.
WE HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OF CELEBRATION.
WE'RE THINKING ABOUT YOU TODAY AND EVERYDAY!

LOVE,
YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS

Lobuche


Left Dingbuche this morning at 8 for the trek to Lobuche at 16,100'. The team moved strong, and we moved quickly across the wind swept Phuung Karka Valley where we gradually gained altitude and were mashed in with oodles of other trekkers. It's funny how we all seem to be on the same schedule, and we constantly see the same band of IMG, three Russians, and even the German lady who is absolutely in love with Francisco. Every time we see her, she gets all sparkly eyed and says "what beautiful black eyes! and black hair!" It's funny to the rest of us, but I think it weirds out Francisco who patiently smiles back and steps up his pace. The trail moves along the edge of a steep drop-off on the east side of the Lobuche Khola valley, the head of which is dominated by the massive Chola glacier moraine. We all move along, iPods cranking as we wrap around the corner and vector in on the little village of Dughla- a two hotel/ tea house destination midway to our objective.





In Dughla, Francisco, Lhakpa and I grabbed a quick lemon tea before continuing up and bumped into one of our cook staff enroute to Base Camp. He's friendly, energetic, and Lhakpa tells us is among the best. Francisco jumps on his sat phone to make a call while Joe continues on up the hill where the trail gains 600' in altitude. It's not a lot all things considered, but at 15,000' it's a serious lung buster.




After clearing Thokla Pass, site of choltins to fallen climbers, dedicated to those who have died on surrounding peaks. We continue on, slowly, entering another valley and hiking along/ through the moraine of the Khumbu Glacier. This is the glacier dominating the entire southern flanks of Mt. Everest, as known from the Khumbu Icefall and Western Cwm that we'll soon be climbing. No more trees or even Junipers now, we only see grass and snow hidden among the rocks.




Finally, we make the Eco Lodge at Lobuche. To our right, Nuptse dominates the horizon, and we are only about a 6 hour trek from Everest Base Camp from here. The lodge is amazingly nice, including a menu that has Grilled Cheese and Chicken Cordon Bleu! The lodge manager is unfriendly and Lhakpa tells me that last year in Kathmandu the teams tried to get her fired, but no luck. Guess finding lodge managers to park themselves this far out aren't exactly growing on trees. Joe whips out his poker chips and takes us to town, insisting that he's all about putting on the world's highest World Series of Poker in a few weeks. He also pulls out another contraption- an Oximeter (?) which measures oxygenation and pulse rate. It's truly a hit as one after another puts it onto their fingers to see how much oxygenation is going on in each of us. Kathleen, an Australian nurse who has been trekking along with us is surprised to see all of the people who just arrived pulling in numbers like 72% oxygenation, 110 pulse and mentions that a 75% oxygenation rate in her hospital back home would result in a person being thrown on O2 immediately. Then does the test herself and comes in with a 71%. By tomorrow, as we acclimatize our oxygenation rates should be somewhere in the 90s. The human body is such an amazing machine.