In a rush of words, Jamie, Dan, and Chris spat out a complex story. Dan passed out. Moraines, cliff, lost trekking pole. Dan wanted hot dogs. Where’s Mike? Who’s Matt? Chris was swept into the river. Dan and Jamie were nearly pulled into the river. Another collapse. Truck coming. Jamie and Dan leaving today. It all melded together as I tried to piece together a story told by three observers. Once Jamie and Dan left, Chris filled in some pieces, but I still feel like the puzzle isn’t complete.
Dan, a true climber, didn’t want to go; the rest of us knew it had to happen. Even though Dan looked perfectly fine, the risk of something worse happening while in a less hospitable location was too great. There were hugs all around as Dan and Jamie made a dash for the Kaichi during an afternoon break in the rain. Matt and I sat around, a bit shocked at the quick turn of events. A pall overtook camp as the gloom of the rainy, overcast day continued. We feared the worst but hoped for the best, optimistic about a reunion in Bishkek. We had to go on, but for the remainder of the trip something would be lacking. Dan, the last minute addition to the team, had brought an energy that helped counter the doldrums of life in basecamp. Eager to get after it, it wasn’t fair that he was the one who had to go.
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Dan and Jamie departing for the Kaichi. |
Mike
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