Climbing Trail
The Andes tragedy Part 21
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The temperature dropped so much that night that our bottle broke due to the cold. Huddled in a sleeping bag, we prevented it from freezing, but still suffered greatly.
The next morning, we dried the frozen shoes and went back to rest in sleeping bags until our shoes were pliable enough.
Then, after eating and packing things, we started climbing. The sun is shining. The perfect day.
We climbed above a height of fifteen thousand meters, and every few hundred meters or so the slopes of the mountain range increasingly looked tilted toward perpendicular. The open slopes were getting harder to traverse, so we began to climb windy rock cliffs on the side of a steep gaping gorge on the side of the mountain.
Experienced climbers understand that rock cliffs are a dangerous zone, the slope of the slope easily drops rocks on the surface. But the snowy layer gave us a nice foothold, and the tall rocks on the edge gave us a grip. At that time, the edge of the rock cliff led us to a point that could not be passed.
Then I shifted the position to find a surface that was more likely to be climbed. As I climbed the cliff, I grew more and more worried about the abyss behind me. Maybe this height makes me dizzy, maybe my brain starts to hallucinate due to lack of oxygen, but the abyss behind me seems to be getting dangerous.
A layer of snow led us to an increasingly difficult plain. Recently protruding out of the snow, some of them too big and impossible for us to climb, I was forced to choose a path using conscience. Often my choices were wrong and I was stuck in an impassable path, or encountered a perpendicular stone wall. Usually I can walk around but sometimes I have no choice but to climb.
Then my journey was blocked by a very steep slope and covered with snow. I stopped and thought, if I go around it, it'll take some more time. I saw Roberto and Tintin, they were waiting for what I was going to do.
I learned it again. The slope was steep and looked slippery. There is nothing I can hold. But snow like her is stable enough to hold me. I decided to climb it.
My feet slammed into the snow, then pushed my weight forward with my chest against the ice wall to keep it from falling. Carefully I climbed up little by little until I finally arrived at the flat surface. I wave my hand to Roberto and Tintin downstairs, asking them to follow me.
I turned away from them and began to climb the slope above me. A moment later I looked down to see Roberto had passed through the wall of the ravine. Now it's Tintin's turn. I went back up the climb, and had climbed thirty meters or so as a terrible cry echoed.
"I'm trapped! I can't make it!"
I saw Tintin frozen in the middle of that slope.
"Come, Tintin!" I screamed at him.
"You can!"
He shook his head. "I can't move."
Roberto's right. The load on Tintin's mountain bag, which he carried high on his back, pulled his body from the surface of the mountain. He struggled with all his might to move his body balance forward, but there was no grip
to hold her back, and it appeared from the look on her face that she could not hold her any longer.
From my place I could see the heights behind him, and I knew what would happen if Tintin fell. First, he would hover long enough in the air, then hit a slope or rocks, or, and fall rolled like a dilapidated doll until finally suddenly stopped by a pile of snow or steep cliffs that destroy his body.
"Tintin, hangin!" I screamed at him. Roberto was on the brink, extending his hand towards Tintin. His reach is getting closer.
"Get your bag off!" He yelled. "Give me!"
Tintin took off his mountain bag with
be careful, trying to keep his balance as he removed the bag strap from his arm, and held it out to Roberto. Without the weight of his mountain bag, Tintin could find balance and climb the slopes safely. When he got to the top, he threw himself onto the surface of the snow.
"I can't walk any further" he said. "I'm too tired. I can't lift my leg."
Tintin's voice showed great fear and exhaustion, but I had to and still kept climbing. They had no choice but to follow me.
While climbing, I observed the mountain slopes in various directions, but this mountain was very steep and steep, everywhere just a gaping chasm.
My hands and feet were trembling with fatigue and cold. The wind blew fiercely as I tried to clamp my feet into the rock crevice, then using my left hand, I tried to reach out to a large piece of rock protruding from the snow. The stone looked hard, but when my body weight moved, the stone as big as a cannonball came off and rolled past me.
"Revelation! Look up at you!" I screamed very loudly.
I saw Roberto below me. There is no time to react. His eyes widened while waiting for the impact of the stone, but it turned out that the stone passed a few inches from Roberto's head.
After a moment of silence, Roberto looked at me sharply. "Suckers! Goddamn bum!" he cusses. "You tried to kill me? Be carefull! Don't be so reckless!" Then he was silent and turned forward, and his shoulders were seen going up and down. I know he's crying.
Hearing the stuffing, I felt a deep pain. Suddenly I was possessed by a sudden rage.
"Fuck all this! Fuck those! i'm cursing. Enough already! I can't afford it anymore" I just want to end it. I want to rest. Sinks into the snow. Calm and silent.
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