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The question is: will lummox make it? Map

Maybe this quote refutes what I previously said was the main thrust of my 1st post, but it doesn't diminish Tenzing's credit for getting Hillary to the top.

...from Tenzing's book Tiger Of The Snows, pp.247-8: I have thought much about what I will say now: of how Hillary and I reached the summit of Everest. Later, when we came down from the mountain, there was much foolish talk about who got there first. Some said it was I some Hillary. Some that only one of us got there--or neither. Still others that one of us had to drag the other up. All this was nonsense. And in Katmandu, to put a stop to such talk, Hillary and I signed a statement in which we said "we reached the summit almost together." We hoped this would be the end of it. But it was not the end. People kept on asking questions and making up stories. They pointed to the "almost" and said, "what does that mean?" Mountaineers understand that there is no sense to such a question; that when two men are on the same rope they are together, and that is all there is to it. But other people did not understand. In India and Nepal, I am sorry to say, there has been great pressure on me to say that I reached the summit before Hillary. And all over the world I am asked, "Who got there first? Who got there first?" Again I say: it is a foolish question.The answer means nothing. And yet it is a question that has been asked so often-that has caused so much talk and doubt and misunderstanding-that I feel, after long thought, that the answer must be given. As will be clear, It is not for my own sake that I give it. Nor is it for Hillary's. It is for the sake of Everest-the prestige of Everest-and for the generations who will come after us. "Why" they will say "should there be a mystery to this thing? Is there something to be ashamed of? To be hidden? Why can we not know the truth?"...Very well: now they will know the truth. Everest is too great, too precious, for anything but the truth. A little below the summit Hillary and I stopped. We looked up. Then we went on. The rope that joined us was thirty feet long, but I held most of it in loops in my hand, so that there was only about six feet between us. I was not thinking of "first" and "second." I did not say to myself, "There is a golden apple up there. I will push Hillary aside and run for it." WE went on slowly and steadily. And then we were there. Hillary stepped on top first. And I stepped up after him. So there it is: the answer to the "great mystery." And if, after all the talk and argument, the answer seems quiet and simple,I can only say that it is as it should be. Many of my own people, I know, will be disappointed at it. They have given a great and false importance to the idea that it must be I who was "first." These people have been good and wonderful to me, and I owe them much. But I owe more to Everest--and to the truth. If it is a discredit to me that I was a step behind Hillary, then I must live with that discredit. But I do not think it was that. Nor do I think that, in the end, it will bring discredit on me that I tell the story. Over and over again I ask mself, "What will future generations think of us if we allow the facts of our achievement to stay shrouded in mystery? Will they not feel ashamed of us--two comrades in life and death--who have something to hide from the world?" And each time I asked it the answer was the same: "Only the truth is good enough for the future. Only the truth is good enough for Everest."

uff da! I stand corrected. But your second point is the main thrust of my post.

May 29, 1953; Tenzing Norgay guided the brit Edmund Hillary to the top of Everest.

http://www.cascadeclimbers.com/threadz/s...85da#Post462400

How about a lummox pub club this Wednesday at The Eastlake Zoo or The Roadhouse or some other sufficiently smoky or hard to get to venue.

In '89' I was descending from Camp Muir on New Years weekend. We lost our way in a whiteout and were descending toward the Nisqually by mistake. Knowing we were off coarse and late, we dug a shallow snow cave and spent the night. Fortunately the low visibility was really the only adverse condition besides it being fauking cold out. A reconoiter in the morning put us back on coarse. We were some of the lucky ones. In May '99' I was involved in a search for John Repka who Became separated from his party while descending from Camp Muir on a one day outing. When his body was finally located months later (Sept.), it was at the 8100 ft level on the Paradise Glacier. It is very easy to get lost in low visibility while descending from Muir especially at around 8,000 ft where the line of descent shifts to a different compass bearing.

Then maybe Distel32 would bring some slides.

fuck off I thought it was a reincarnation of scott/terryx

Most of the people on the short bus are treads. tramp: 2. skank move over squid

Dan Larson sux

It's not likely this will be Assglokisses last post. He was talking about resurrecting the Agent Orange avatar anyhow.

at exit 38

I can bring what's left in the bag of charcoals I brought last year. I think there's plenty left.

. Where's Del Campo? It's up Weden Creek from the road that connects Barlow Pass to the old Monte Cristo townsite. I believe it takes off just before the first bridge.

It was certainly a pleasure to see Dee's presentation of this film. He had prepared the maps used on the 53 expedition of which he was a member. And he has done a lot of the documentation of the climb with photos he took and paintings he has done both on the climb and since. While introducing the film Dee showed a lot of his own slides and gave an informative and entertaining history of the climbs particularly the 53 climb which he paticipated in. Which is, of course, the climb on which Pete Shoening did the famouse "Belay". And Houston's film was quite well done for the time in which it was filmed. It was an evening well spent.

Came in the mail today.

I plan to be in Portland for this event (May 18) and may need a place to crash for the night. Anyone down in PDX have some floorspace or a couch I can snooze on?

hummer bummer

I saw Rory Block play some licks at the Triple Door last night. She finally dicovered that a #13 deep well socket was the only thing that would fit her finger for playing slide guitar. She did for Amazing Grace what Hendrix did for the Star Spangled Banner.

Well....In all my days I've NEVER heard of such a sneaky, underhanded, and just plain unethical thief. At least they could do you the favor of smashing a window so you'd know they'd been there. When I came down from climbing the North Face of Index North Peak the driver side window of my car was smashed in. The irony is there was nothing in my car to steal. They didn't even see the key to my car which I had hidden under the rock they used for smashing my window.

It was a MAST Huey out of Yakima that saved my ass a couple years back. It's a pretty good chance I wouldn't have survived my accident without the timely and highly skilled work they performed in getting me out. My understanding is that they were pushing the altitude limit when the lifted me off my perch at 7,000ft. I'm greatful the resource was there. It isn't just Mountain rescues that will be affected, I presume. MAST does a lot of rushing people to the hospital from traffic accidents on the interstate.

AWAKE Linda Hogan Waking today just before winter when I try to name the color of grasses, how I feel of their beauty, there is no word. I think of the time before there were words when you would know morning mist by the feel of your loved one's skin and hair, and when someone came from the forest of dry leaves you would know by their scent even if they carried no wood. Or the heat of there body skin in summer. Or if they came the winding way down from the mountains they would be covered in cloud returning to the fold or if they had gone farther, to the ocean, you'd know them by their far-seeing eyes, and when some travellers return and are shining with light you know, without saying, that they have been in touch with other worlds. I have no wealth to speak of other than this, all this, just to praise the dry grasses and their color that can't be spoken in words.