The climb starts in earnest now… moving the team onto the mountain is key. One of our guides, Igor, has a modest “hut” on the mountainside above the top of the lifts. That is our objective for the day.
Our kits are heavy. In fact, this is the heaviest move of the trip, which is a blessing because it is so short walk from the lifts.
And, in an auspicious fashion… I forgot my trekking pole with gimbal and GoPro at the bottom of the lift! Putting a group duffel in my free hand somehow made me forget about it. I realized this just before we reached the top of the second lift. Holy cow, the thought of my precious gimbal in the hands of a stranger just twisted my giblets something fierce. Plus, going down created a logistical hassle for the guides.
But, I had to go back, and Igor kindly offered to ride with me. It was nice to chat with him and learn more about his career and about the valley in general. And it was VERY nice to see the gimbal right there where I had left it! Another teammate had left his poles there, too, for the same reason, and we recovered them as well.
No harm, no foul, and Igor and I made our way to the hut in about 90 minutes. Heavy, sunny, and hot as hell, with soft snow all the way. And beautiful.
Dinner was a tasty mix of burritos, which I call Hamilitos. We squeezed into the bunks and settled in for a night of laughter and snoring. It was a good day.
posted: July 25, 2017
Paul Pottinger’s Adventures from the Top of the World