I thought I would contribute this TR to try and express how easily small (completely random) descisions can make the difference between life and death and how quickly something that you have no control over can instantly erase you from this planet.
In addition, I'd like to express how easy it is (and sometimes necessary, I guess), in the heat of the moment to disregard the events that just occurred and continue to your goal. Now is an opportunity to reflect.
This is a crosspost from the Skisickness Sanitorium.
Early last week the forecasts called for clearing towards the end of the week with cool temperatures: perfect for a summit attempt on the Big One. While Tom and I had originally wanted to climb Les 3 Monts route from the top of the second stage of the Aiguille du Midi because it seemed more pratical for a one-day push (like 1500m vertical), guides had warned of dangerous conditions on the Tacul face (a place where the shit hits the fan often).
Note: all times are approximate, we had no watch to verify.
So alas, it was Thursday night and we had decided to do the Grands Mulets route in a big one day push, much like a single day rainier project. Very possible albeit tiring. Friday morning we arrived at the midi to see that the first bin was delayed from 8:10 to 8:30. N'importe quoi. We began (2200m, ~8h45) the massive traverse under the steep face of the midi and Glacier Rond towards the crevassed zone in the Bosson Glacier passing two groups coming back from an alpine summit push (one pair and one solist) in the serac zone on our way to the Grand Mulets hut.
Traversing under the midi.
Approaching the serac zone. Where we passed the skiers.
We were making good time and were about 150m vertical meters below the Grand Mulets hut (2900m, ~10h15) when we heard the first of two small pieces fall of the Rond. I shat myself because we had just traversed under that thing.
Then just as were continued up again I heard a huge bang and saw this:
which turned into this:
The Glacier Rond had calved and produced an absoulutely massive catastrophic avalanche that ran 1500+ meters, cresting the plan on the Bosson Glacier and raging all the way down Bosson Glacier to near timberline.
We knew that whoever was in the zone at the time was in big trouble. After the snow cleared I saw someone running around in search mode, frantically trying to find his partner. I decided I was not going to go back into the zone of death after all the pieces we witnessed falling off and so Tom called the Gendarmes who were quickly on the scene with helis.
After some time, we looked back and saw a huge crowd of rescuers combing the area for hours. We decided to continue up, a bit frazzled. While constantly receiving and clarifying data all day long, our last bit of communcation with the gendarme was when they asked us if we had lost a pole and a glove, because there was no other trace of the third person.
The Grand Mulet hut.
Whats are the chances of dying in a terrorist attack on 9/12/01?
The rest of the ascent was pretty mellow 30-35 degree snow with occasional crevassed sections, however the snow was primo; that was sure.
At first, I had felt extremely good about the push and the altitude, but right around 4000m I started seeing unicorns. It was about 15h00 and we had crested 4100m on our way to Vallot Box.
For some reason it took us eternity to get to the vallot hut. The Face Nord, and the Crete Summital. So close.
I was exhausted, but still hopefull.
There was nothing but spilled feed and a BIG RED button. I was fondling it, deciding whether to eject.
So close, yet so far. The vallot hut is around 4400m, the summit was within reach. Unfortunately it took us 45 minutes to climb crawl up the 35 degree snow. Step after step, Tom was cruxing on some ice literally 8 feet from the Vallot hut, he yelled at me to "be careful" as we got our ice tools. I finally grabbed the guyline and nearly fell headfirst into the WC. It was pathetic. Really.
Luckily, once we had made the descision to turn around, the weather completely closed in. It left a nice corridor of pefect untouched pow all the way down.
It was so good.
When we got back down, we had to traverse the zone of death. The destruction as incredible. I would estimate the slide was about 3/4 of a mile wide with chunks of blue glacier ice and rocks everywhere. How anyone could have surived this was beyond me. The debris had filled in all the crevasses in this part of the Glacier and obscuring our escape. What better time than now to get lost in an icefall?
Just in time to stop hallucinating, we found the escape ramp out of the ice fall and skied down to Bossons. We skied pretty low, due to the good snowpack all the way to the foot path near the tunnel at approx 1250m. It was around 17h30. Until the ice fall, we descended 2500 meters in approximately 15-20 minutes. Crazy.
Later that evening we went to the Gendarme office and gave a full report. As of last night, no one is really sure who/if there are more people missing.
Careful isn't really the word.
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