K2 in evening light. Typically, we’d only be able to see the entire face after sunset
I’m back home eating like crazy and getting over my jetlag. The cuts, scrapes and bruises are all healing in the abundant oxygenated atmosphere. More reflection will be coming from my attempt on K2, but in the meantime, here’s a photo essay from the journey back home. In short, I think I set a speed record back home from Camp 2 as I barely even had time to stop and shower in Islamabad before catching my international flight:
July 26: Descend from Camp 2 to Base Camp
July 27: Base Camp to Ali Camp
July 28: (Well, technically we started climbing at 10:45PM on the 27th and crested the 18,400 ft Gondogoro La at 1:30AM) Ali Camp to Hushe (this is about 25 excruciatingly hard, trailless miles) covered in about 14 hours. Then 6 hour drive to Skardu
July 29: Flight from Skardu to Islamabad followed by Islamabad – Abu Dhabi – San Francisco
A huge congratulations to all of my teammates who were successful on K2. These were the first summits of K2 since 2014 and under 400 people have ever stood on top! Many thanks to Mountain Equipment, Dreamers Destination and Nazir Sabir Expeditions for making the trip possible!
Broad Peak, the world’s 12th highest mountain
Climbing in awful ground blizzard conditions
The view down during my solo descent/bail from camp two
Rotten ice conditions in the icefall. Some of the sketchiest moves I pulled all trip were the running jumps on house-sized melting popcorn perched over bottomless crevasses. Ice screws were completely melted out…psychological protection only!
Showing off my shredded Mountain Equipment Super Alpine gloves. Casualties of bailing down the fixed lines. Since snow conditions were so bad, my crampons were balled up the entire time forcing me to rappel even the easy terrain.
Views of K2 as I climb up the Vigne Glacier towards Ali Camp. Our team was in the cloud at the time.
I’d been waiting to see Laila Peak for at least 15 years
Part of the “trail” down from Gondogoro La
Rupert descending towards Saicho
Without the aid of porters, I had to pack not only for conditions to climb over 18,000 ft at night, but also the brutal 100+ degree heat of the lower elevations AND the air travel back to the US.
My legs were a mess by the end. Here I show off the crushed left knee from hitting a huge rock
Hushe. At last, the end of the trek and start of the jeep ride back to civilization.