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<strong>Summer</strong> <strong>2005</strong> 11<br />

“A Margin of Luck”<br />

By: Greg Vadasdi ‘94<br />

November of 2004 I stood at the top of<br />

In Mt. Ama Dablam (22,494 feet) in the<br />

Nepal Himalaya and looked across the valley<br />

at Mt. Everest (29,028 feet). Hundred mileper-hour<br />

jet winds had scoured the snow<br />

form the upper mountain and the rocky,<br />

dark summit pyramid looked sinister. It was<br />

a breath taking view and at that moment<br />

all my hesitation vanished. I would return to<br />

attempt Everest, despite its regularly tragic<br />

history.<br />

In the summer of 2004 I wrote down an<br />

ambitious list of objectives for my year away<br />

from the corporate world. The list included<br />

some work related items, but in reality it<br />

centered on endurance events around the<br />

globe such as triathlons and mountaineering.<br />

The plan, on paper at least, was to climax<br />

the year with an attempt on Everest. After<br />

leading a successful expedition to Mt.<br />

McKinley (20,320 feet) in May 2004, I felt<br />

that I could mount a credible effort with ten<br />

months to train, prepare and gain additional<br />

experience. I shared my plan with some close<br />

friends and their response was muted; they<br />

thought I was mad. Privately, I was also<br />

apprehensive regarding the dangers and<br />

difficulties of the path I chose.<br />

My confidence increased as I completed<br />

milestones such as Ama Dablam, the aptly<br />

named Epic Camp Australia (a triathlon<br />

training camp), and the Ironman Canada<br />

and New Zealand triathlons. In a sense I had<br />

trained for Everest ever since I started hiking<br />

with my parents at age five and rock climbing<br />

at age thirteen. The idea of attempting<br />

Everest gradually changed from a far fetched<br />

dream into a reasonable proposition. I knew<br />

I needed a strong partner to have a chance<br />

to summit, and sharing the adventure with a<br />

friend would make it much more enjoyable.<br />

Daniel Protz was my college crew teammate,<br />

a world champion rower, investment<br />

colleague, and regular climbing partner. He<br />

was the ideal mate for the ten week journey<br />

and not just because he was my only friend<br />

with the inclination, time and resources to<br />

commit to the venture. We had climbed<br />

Mt. Elbrus (18,510 feet) and Mt. McKinley<br />

together, and we were equally stubborn and<br />

aggressive. Most importantly, we were both<br />

fully committed, willing to do and endure<br />

anything required for success, while climbing<br />

safely. We share a passion for tackling athletic<br />

challenges, and in March we completed the<br />

New Zealand Ironman triathlon and climbed<br />

in the Southern Alps. These were our final<br />

mental and physical preparations for our<br />

Everest expedition. It is critical to have a<br />

compatible team as nothing torpedoes an<br />

expedition faster than personality conflicts.<br />

In January of <strong>2005</strong> we wired the deposit to<br />

Asian Trekking and ordered oxygen bottles<br />

from Russia. Asian Trekking was our Nepal<br />

based expedition support agent. With their<br />

help we acquired government permits,<br />

purchased food, and hired two cooks and<br />

two high altitude climbing Sherpas. The<br />

staff, equipment and support provided<br />

were excellent and essential to our success.<br />

Despite the hardships of living in Tibet and<br />

Nepal, the Sherpas have a positive attitude,<br />

are sharp and possess an immense work<br />

ethic. We called ourselves The Big Green<br />

Everest Expedition after the mascot of our<br />

alma mater, Dartmouth College.<br />

Climbing Everest was an unforgettable<br />

athletic, spiritual, cultural and learning<br />

experience. It was a much broader adventure<br />

than I expected. On June second, after a ten<br />

hour climb from high camp, I stood on the<br />

summit with Dan and our two indefatigable<br />

Sherpas, Ang Mingma and Mingma Dorjee.<br />

I felt joy and satisfaction, but these were<br />

tempered by my fatigue, cold feet and<br />

awareness of the precarious nature of our<br />

position. At the summit the oxygen in the air<br />

was a third of that at sea level, and we had a<br />

long, complicated descent ahead of us.<br />

Climbing at extreme high altitudes, even<br />

with the aid of supplementary oxygen, is<br />

demanding and the margin for error is razor<br />

thin. A climber can feel strong one minute<br />

and suddenly, fall apart the next, struggling to<br />

survive. The four bodies we passed on summit<br />

day were a grim reminder of this. One was<br />

of a Slovenian climber who had run out of<br />

oxygen on his return from the summit. He sat<br />

down, too exhausted to continue and died.<br />

When we passed by two weeks later, he was<br />

still attached to the fixed rope on the summit<br />

pyramid, his anguished face and clawed<br />

fingers were a terrible sight. Thankfully, we<br />

had strength and good health, spare oxygen<br />

bottles in our backpacks, and great support<br />

from our Sherpas. Nevertheless, I have never<br />

felt as tired in my life as I did on summit day,<br />

especially in the last hours of the down climb<br />

to high camp.<br />

While we had been remarkably healthy<br />

throughout the expedition, Everest would<br />

not let us part unscathed. On summit day<br />

I suffered minor frostbite to my toes. Dan<br />

developed a serious chest infection a few<br />

hours after we dragged ourselves into<br />

advanced base camp, shattered from our<br />

summit push. His lungs filled with fluid,<br />

nearly drowning him. I scrambled through<br />

the cold night to find a doctor. At 2 am Dan<br />

received an IV of antibiotics and oxygen. He<br />

was weak, but able to hike to base camp the<br />

next day.<br />

We were lucky on our climb of Everest. Any<br />

number of variables such as high winds,<br />

a faulty oxygen regulator, or a slip at an<br />

inopportune moment could have derailed<br />

our summit bid or worse. I shudder to<br />

think of what could have happened if Dan’s<br />

debilitating infection had struck a day or<br />

even a few hours earlier. There is virtually no<br />

chance of rescue from high on the mountain.<br />

Our margin of luck was just enough for us to<br />

summit and return safely.<br />

I hope the following photo-essay gives a<br />

feel for our experiences. You can find more<br />

photos and information about the expedition<br />

at www.biggreeneverest.com. The website<br />

will soon incorporate our foundation to aid<br />

Sherpa education. Tourism to the Himalaya<br />

brings money and awareness of the region.<br />

<strong>High</strong> altitude climbing Sherpas, who would<br />

otherwise be sustenance farmers, can make<br />

a better living by working on expeditions.<br />

However, many Sherpas would prefer<br />

their children didn’t have to work in such<br />

a hazardous occupation. The foundation<br />

will provide aid for the higher education of<br />

Sherpa children.<br />

PHOTO ESSAY

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