July 26, 2010
Fredrik Ericsson is a professional skier and mountaineer from Sweden. He's in the middle of Ski The Big 3, a project in which he plans to ski the world's three tallest mountains: Everest, K2, and Kangchenjunga, a feat that's perviously been attempted, but never successfully completed. Ericsson and his climbing partner, Trey Cook, are currently on the slopes of K2, their first peak, and are on pace to summit it around 1:00 PM MST today, July 26. They have been blogging about the trip on Ericsson's website: http://www.fredrikericsson.com/. Below is a recent post from Cook.
"Dead man in Camp 2. Bulgarian." Lakpa's news was such a surprise we had a hard time believing it. For one thing the last three days of warm sunny days and nights without a breath of wind couldn't have been more perfect. Base camp had been a virtual ghost town with all climbers taking advantage of the good fortune to move up the mountain. No, it couldn't be true. I didn't even know there was a Bulgarian in base camp. But you don't argue with a woman who tells you she's a lama.
Just the day before Frippe and I had been descending from Camp 3 at 7100m (23,294 ft). My frostbitten fingers were warm and snug in the warmest 8000-meter mittens money can buy and Frippe was skiing the route for the first time in clear visibility. Stopping to chat with other climbers on the route and filming Frippe as he made turns in the warm sun gave me the feeling of being on a peak in the Alps rather than the cold, isolated K2 of our previous trips. So much so I wouldn't have been surprised if a monoskier with stretch pants and a helmet cam had skied down behind him. K2 was revealing her softer side but it was a face I knew better than to grow too fond of.
Base camp is a small community and news travels fast. It seems as though Petar Unzhiev arrived in BC less than a week ago, parking up with the ATP crew whose permit he was on. Like every other climber he saw the extraordinary good weather and couldn't resist getting up the mountain. Within three days of arriving in base camp, Petar, along with his HAP went directly to Camp 1 on the Abruzzi rather than making the usual stop at advanced base camp. The next day, instead of following the normal rules of acclimatization and returning to the lower elevation of base camp the team climbed to camp 2 at about 6700m (21,982 ft) where others on the route reported that Petar began experiencing problems. However, they assumed the HAP was watching out for him. That night, those whose tents were pitched next to Petar's heard labored breathing--not uncommon at 7000 meters (22,966 ft) where the air pressure is less than half that at sea level. Again, they assumed the HAP that they believed to be in the tent with Petar would call for help if needed. As it turns out, after pitching the tent and brewing up, the HAP had returned to base camp without telling any of the others at C2.
Fredrik Ericsson climbing towards camp 3 at 7100m. Photo by Tommy Heinrich.
It is believed that Petar most likely died from high altitude cerebral edema, or HACE. As explained in the three high-altitude medical books that he had with him, but apparently hadn't gotten around to reading, HACE is a swelling of the brain commonly caused by climbing too high too fast. Petar's death is a tragic loss yet Frippe and I are already planning our next trip up the mountain. If the weather cooperates, we'll leave base camp on the 24th and hopefully make our summit push on the 27th. There has been heavy snowfall and strong winds up high over the last two days which is cause for concern and may push our plans back a day or two. In any case, I can already imagine the sanctimonious outrage in forums and message boards across the ‘net labeling us foolish, selfish, irresponsible and suicidal.
Some of the accusations are fair--selfish, for sure--however most are not, and as a person who is heading back up the same mountain that just killed Petar perhaps I can provide some insight into what makes us want to put ourselves at such risk. While there's certainly no question that this is a dangerous game we're playing, there's nobody here with a death wish. Quite the contrary, you could say that Frippe and I have a life wish meaning we want to squeeze every bit of life out of every second of every day. And there's just no way we can do that if we're not living, right? For sure it's sad when people die but it's something that's going to happen to every single one of us. In the end, all that really matters is what you do with the time between the day you were born and that inevitable day of departure. Which is why we're here. Many people see mountains like K2 and are paralyzed by fear. "You can't go up there; you might get hurt or even die!" On the other hand there are others, like us, who see big mountains and are empowered by the massive challenge, the thrill of the adventure and the possibility we see in the impossible. To act on this empowerment is to live, to turn our backs on it is to suffer a slow, agonizing death.
Fredrik Ericsson skiing. Photo by Tommy Heinrich.
In attempting to make the first ski descent of K2, without supplementary oxygen, without Sherpa or HAP support, climbing in good style with respect and admiration for the power and beauty of the mountain, Fredrik has the chance to do something truly extraordinary in his life and I'm not simply talking about the first descent. I'm talking about the incredibly rare opportunity this man has to pursue his wildest, most heartfelt dream. Is that worth the risk? In the end, there is only one person whose answer to that question matters.