It’s been a terribly unhappy 2014 Everest season for many reasons, so here’s something to cheer us all up. We all thought the season on the south side of the mountain finished two weeks ago after officials from the Ministry of Tourism flew into Base Camp by helicopter to eat omelette and pancakes before flying out again (I’m not kidding, I watched this happen). But various reports in the Himalayan Times over the last few days have fuelled speculation that the Southeast Ridge may yet be climbed this year.
On Friday they reported that two legendary female mountaineers Cleo Weidlich and Jing Wang still intended to climb the mountain by chartering a helicopter to fly them up to Camp 2 in the Western Cwm (“legendary” isn’t the adjective most people would use to describe these women). Neither climber was being supported by their original teams: Weidlich was planning to climb the mountain solo, while Jing had hired 7 new Sherpas to help her. The report contained a number of inaccuracies, not least by stating Weidlich had already flown to Camp 2 when in reality she was still at Base Camp, and that various expedition operators had hired helicopters to transport her equipment up there for her (these operators had indeed hired helicopters, but only to cache the equipment their Sherpas had originally carried up there in preparation for next year).
Then on Sunday they stated Jing had also flown up to Camp 2, and this report was given more credence when Russell Brice, owner of her original outfitter Himex confirmed it in a newsletter, stating that he did not support her attempt. Both women are relatively inexperienced climbers with no real idea of what they are facing. Without the help of their teams the chances of success are virtually nil.
But what if a fully supported team were to return to Everest and try again by flying into the Western Cwm by helicopter, where they would find tents, stoves, food and ropes which had been cached there from earlier in the season? Would such a team have any chance of success? The Everest season was shut down for a number of reasons, chief among them because the Khumbu Icefall was considered too dangerous this year, Sherpas who did climb faced physical threats and intimidation from other Sherpas who did not want them to, and the Icefall Doctors who maintain the route through the Khumbu Icefall were no longer working. By flying into the Western Cwm, the Khumbu Icefall would be bypassed and some of these reasons would no longer be applicable.
As I sat in New Orleans bar in Kathmandu drinking Belgian beer with my two remaining team mates from the Altitude Junkies team, Margaret and Edita, we read about the madcap scheme of these two “legendary female mountaineers” and hatched one of our own. Most of our Sherpa team were still in Lukla awaiting a flight back to Kathmandu. Did any of them fancy another tilt at the mountain? Supposing we could persuade our expedition leader Phil Crampton to charter a helicopter for us and mobilise the Junkies into action again, perhaps we could still climb? The three of us were on Lhotse permits rather than Everest, so not as much rope would be required to fix the route. Margaret pulled out her phone and we began texting him.
You may find this exchange more entertaining if you consider the context. It’s been an exhausting and stressful season for Phil, but at last it’s nearly over. Our equipment had only just arrived from Lukla and he was on his hands and knees cleaning out the tents at his office in Thamel when the phone rang …
You will see from the last message in the sequence that we decided to leave New Orleans, buy some beers in a supermarket and take them round to Phil’s office. But when we arrived we found it locked up; the place was deserted and Phil had made his escape. With him went any last remaining chance of a commando raid on Lhotse’s summit by the Junkies. We can assume from this that, chopper or no chopper, according to Phil Crampton there will be no summits from Everest’s south side this year.
That’s as maybe. On the positive side, rarely have I had so much fun sitting in a bar waiting for someone’s phone to go beep.