Sunday, January 20, 1985

1985 – Mexican Volcanoes

1985-Mexico-C-006xThis turned out to be a pre-honeymoon for Marcia & I.  We became engaged in the Autumn of 1984 and scheduled our wedding for April 1985.  This trip to climb the 3 big Mexican volcanoes (Popocatepetl, Iztaccihuatl and Pico de Orizaba) near Mexico City was organized by our friends Roy & Peg Ellis. It was a large trip with eleven total (Roy & Peg Ellis, Bruce Pond, Bill Deters, Kathleen Sebastian, Ann Tibbets, Tamara McCollum, Chuck Coughran, Diane Hoff, Marcia & myself).

While the purpose was to climb the volcanoes, we did  tourist around Mexico City for a few days as acclimatization before trying the first two peaks (Popo & Ixta).  After the last volcano (Orizaba) we headed for a few days at the beaches of Puerto Vallarta.

Roy did a great job of organizing the trip and keeping us on track.  He was aided by having two trip members who spoke Spanish, Ann who had worked in Mexico for a period of time, and Bruce who was in Mexico already for an aid program.

We arrived in Mexico City the day after Christmas (1984) and it was real joy.  The holiday period extends from Christmas until Three Kings Day and the public places were all decorated.  Our hotel in Mexico City, Hotel Cortes, was a beautiful old style hotel across from major plaza.  It was 2 stories tall and its exterior was mostly solid and blank.  Inside there was a lovely open courtyard which all the rooms opened on to.  In the courtyard while enjoying an evening margarita, you could hardly hear the nearby traffic noise over the water cascading in the fountain. 

After Mexico City we drove in two rented VW microbuses to a lodge in the saddle between Popo and Ixta.  We did an acclimatization hike one day then left the next to climb Popo at 17,800 feet.  A few folks in our team weren’t feeling well on account of the altitude and had to turn back before the summit. 

A note on the “climbing”.  None of the routes we did required any technical gear or ropes.  We did use crampons in the morning on the frozen snow pack and carry ice axes for self arrest should you misstep and start to slide on the hard snow.

After a rest day at the lodge we took on Ixta.  People were getting more acclimatized and we all summited the 17,300 foot peak.

The last peak, Orizaba, is a half-day drive away from Popo and Ixta.  Additionally, we had to hire a local to drive us in a truck that last few miles to the climber’s hut at the base of the mountain on account of the road being too rough for the VW buses.  Orizaba is the highest peak in Mexico at 18,700 feet and the 3rd highest in North America (Mount McKinley in Alaska is 1st and Mount Logan in the Yukon is 2nd). Even though Orizaba is 900 feet higher than Popo, everybody was well acclimatized and summited.

It was time to vamos a la playa, so we were off to Puerto Vallarta for sun, sand and surf before returning to winter in the PNW.

Friday, June 15, 1984

1984 – Everest

1984-Everest-001I consider myself extraordinarily fortunate to have been a member of the 1984 Ultima Thule Everest Expedition.  Things on Everest have changed radically since that climb and I don’t think an expedition to Everest like ours could happen today.  Everything is far more commercialized now than it was than.  Certainly the book “Seven Summits” by Dick Bass and Frank Wells really kicked off the guided “check book” mountaineering on the biggest peaks.

The other thing that has changed dramatically is China.  The route we attempted was from north, the original route first attempted by the British in the 1920’s and the route where George Mallory and Andrew Irvine disappeared.  In 1984, the reforms to the Chinese economy by Deng Xiaoping were still in their infancy.  Western visitors to China were not common and the explosive growth in the economy were still a few years away. 

The last thing is that the climbers on our trip, while certainly competent and sometimes very good, were not professional climbers (e.g., mountain guides).  Very few of the members had ever climbed in the Himalayas.  I think the efforts by the trips leaders, Warren Thompson, Ray Nichols and Tom Fitzsimmons to obtain the permit from the Chinese, negotiate the in-country logistics and obtain sponsorship for a considerable part of the expedition’s expenses were outstanding.

As it turned out, I was the last climber added to the expedition roster, only joining in autumn 1983.  I owe my addition primarily to Jim Frush with whom I climbed Huascaran in 1982 and attempted Makalu II in 1983, and Don Goodman with whom I climbed Mt McKinley in 1981.  Both were members of the expedition and advocated my application (side note: Jim and Don went back to Everest in 1988 organizing the climb that put the first American woman, Stacy Allison, on the summit).  Additionally, as it turned out, I had climbed with Warren Thompson, the expedition leader, on a climb in the Washington Cascades 6 or 7 years previously and, apparently, had made a favorable impression.

It was a long trip, nearly 4 months, leaving Seattle in early February and returning early June.  We traveled first to Beijing for several days and got to visit many, now common, sites such as the Great Wall and Forbidden City.  Tiananmen Square, more than 5 years before the crackdown on protesters, was just a big open space in front of the Forbidden City which we casually walked across.  When I see recent photos of these places they are usually filled with tourists.  We typically were among the few foreign tourists visiting the sites and it felt uncrowded. 

We next traveled to Lhasa in Tibet.  We flew in on Boeing 707’s which were part of the first major USA trade activity with China after relations thawed during the 70’s.  Lhasa is over 11,000 feet and the daytime temperature warm, as a result, the plane landed at a high rate of speed to keep lift.  The rumor as to why the air field was 30-40 miles from Lhasa was security in case unrest broke out among the native Tibetans.

At the time, their was only one recently built tourist hotel which was in the dour, concrete style you expected of Communist regimes in that era.  The highlights in Lhasa were the Potala, the chief residence for the Tibetan Buddhist Dalai Lama, and the old city of the Barhor.

Towards the end of February, we traveled by bus and flatbed truck for 3 days across the Tibetan Plateau to Everest Basecamp along the Rongbuk River at about 17,000 feet.  Even though we had been in the high plains of Tibet for a week, we needed a while to acclimatize to the altitude, low humidity and dust.  Respiratory ailments among the expedition members were common.

Only one other expedition was on the north side of Everest at the time, a British team composed of SAS (Special Air Services) members, equivalent to American special operations forces.  They were attempting a difficult route up the north face of Everest but abandoned the climb after an avalanche killed a team member.  Following their departure, we were the only people on that side of the mountain.

The climbing infrastructure on the Chinese side is very different that the Nepalese side.  Instead of porters or sherpas to move our loads up the mountain, we used yaks to carry the majority of material from base camp to advanced base camp (21,000 feet).  From there to the North Col camp at 23,000 feet, we did have a half dozen Tibetan porters carry gear but they went no further and relied on the route we established.  To stock the two camps above 23,000 feet required our team members, whose rank was diminished significantly by health, to do the load hauling.  My memory is not perfect but I think that only 7 to 8 of a total expedition team of 16 went above advanced base camp. 

Ultimately, the load hauling grind wore the team down.  We were climbing in a “heavy” style using oxygen pretty much above 23,000. The high point for the team by Greg Thompson and Tom Fitzsimmons was somewhat above 28,000, below the famous second step.  Dave Hambly made a solo trip from high camp and probably was about the same altitude.  My high point was a little over 26,200, the magic 8,000 meter mark.

1984-Everest-002xThe trip back went pretty quickly.  The onset of Spring had brought remarkable changes at base camp and the Tibetan plateau.  The temperatures were mild and crops appearing in fields.

While as a climbing expedition, Ultima Thule was unsuccessful, as a personal adventure and trip, it was great and I am glad to have had the opportunity.

Team Members:

Expedition

Members

Part-time Participants

  • Berg, Bob
  • Clement, Tom
  • Colpitts, Mike
  • Fitzsimmons, Tom
  • Frush, Jim
  • Goodman, Don
  • Hambly, Dave
  • Hanson, Kurt
  • Hawkins, Phil
  • Karuza, Anton
  • Nichols, Ray
  • Thompson, Greg
  • Thompson, Warren
  • Wohns, Rich
  • Wolfe, Art
  • Yaeger, John
  • Bauer, Gene
  • Blackett, Ben
  • Foutch, Rick
  • Stamper, Mal
  • Wiedman, Michael
  • Wyckoff, Evan

Wednesday, May 25, 1983

1983 – Makalu II

As a result of my meeting Jim Frush on the the previous year’s Peru climb, I was invited to join a climb of Makalu II (aka Kangchungtse), a satellite peak to Makalu (the fifth highest peak in the world).  I was joining Jim, John Mueller and Mike Hill.  John was a guide for Mountain Travel and the only one who had traveled in Nepal before.

The 3-month pre-monsoon trip from mid-February until mid-May was a wonderful experience.  The approach to base camp had everything you’d expect from a Himalayan expedition, bus rides across the lowlands bordering India, mult-day hikes through the terraced fields laid across the Nepalese foot hills, descending a steep trail to cross a flimsy bridge over a raging river only to have to climb equally steep trail on the opposite side, walks through rhododendron forests, hauling loads over loose rocky glacial moraines, and darn near every other thing I had read in the accounts of “real” expeditions. 

We had our bit of drama when a porter lost his footing crossing a bridge and spilled his load of our ice tools into the river.  John Mueller made a quick (one week) trip back to Kathmandu to buy some replacement ice tools.  Our base camp life was enhanced when a ram was marched in and butchered to add some fresh meat to the menu.

As a climbing trip it was a total failure.  I can’t say for sure whether we actually did any roped climbing on technical terrain.  I recollect that we reached somewhat over 19,000 feet but getting to there only required crampons and an ice axe to route find through the glacier and its moraine.  The weather wasn’t great and we had numerous snow storms at base camp.  Whether it was worse than normal, I don’t know. 

As a trip, however, it was a blast and I still remember it with pleasure.