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Show Russell Jacob 16 December 2009 for, uh, many other climbers on their way up and back down. Uh, there was an obvious garbage dump that was just adjacent to a couple of platforms, just enough for our small, little tents to be placed. Les and Terry kept up ... kept going on up. Um, it was a surprise to us why they kept going, not knowing where they were going or even if they would find a suitable platform. But they ... they meandered up through the blocks of ice and snow and managed to find a little place, maybe three or four hundred feet above us, but within shouting distance of each other. MD: Um-hum. RJ: And as we set up the tent, it was getting late in the day, and we started to melt ice. Of course, that's how you got your water. You melt the ice. And all of sudden, shouts were being heard from higher above that something was amiss and troublesome to our faithful partners who thought they had a better place than we did. We'd come to find out Les Ellison's stove, uh, would not work. And he wanted to borrow one of ours and insisted that I bring it up to him. Well, both John and I were just beat, and Les was as well, and that's the reason he didn't want to come down. And he thought that I had more energy and that I'd bring it up. Well, when push comes to shove, I had the stove and he didn't, so he managed to meander on down, and without any words took the stove out of my hand and went back up. That night, we had a pretty good dinner, freeze-dried, of course, and woke up, uh, early in the morning with a Japanese group tethering their tent to our pickets that held our tents down. It was that close. So we opened our door, and they were there. And, um, we thought, well, we're too exhausted to continue. We're gonna spend another day in that camp at seventeen thousand five hundred feet. And it wasn't even discussed among our partners that had camped higher up that they would do |
