Postcards from the Ledge: Collected Mountaineering Writings of Greg Child
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Selections of the best writing from elite mountaineer Greg Child.
simultaneously in Great Britain by Cordee, 3a DeMontfort Street, Leicester, England, LE1 7HD Manufactured in the United States of America Edited by Linda Gunnarson All photographs by Greg Child except those on pages 32 (Randall Leavitt), 43 (Simon Carter), and 170 (Leo Dickinson). Cover design by Helen Cherullo Book design by Alice C. Merrill Cover photograph of Greg Child: Michael Kennedy Frontispiece: Woodcut � Randy Rackliff Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Child, Greg.
tried to be, the more nervous I appeared. A machine-gun-toting cop frisked me, while another one opened my camera and inspected it closely. He made me remove the batteries, “in case there is a bomb inside.” Visions of the movie Midnight Express filled my head. I expected to be pulled aside for a full-body search; some gloating sadist would plant a brick of hashish in my pants and then drag me off to a prison and subject me to unspeakable abuses. I gulped with relief when my camera was returned.
beside ours, curling up like a stray pup at our feet. “Out there,” repeated The Dog with a whisper and a nod. Around midnight a rustling sound from our haulbag woke me and Egg, so called because of his yolk-colored hair; his real name was Graham Everett. I expected to see a raccoon nosing into the bag, and I grabbed a stone to fling at it; but the moonlight revealed Luke digging through our possessions. Seeing us sit up in our sleeping bags, he froze. We stared at each other. Nothing was said.
a second attempt on K2 in 1993. Then, in 1996 Hall died on Everest when a storm caught him and a client he was guiding near the Hillary Step. Twelve people would die in that storm, and the episode would focus enormous media attention on climbing.) Until the swing in public opinion, Hall and Ball had been heroic figures in New Zealand, but with magazine headlines like “The Woman Who Climbed Everest—The Men Who Doubted,” they found themselves momentarily characterized as envy-ridden sexists who
slap in the face from a malevolent fortune, resentful that we had all been given pleasure by a feat of entirely harmless, essentially uncompetitive, totally individualist courage.” Alison Hargreaves kicks off her boots at the foot of Everest in the spring of 1995. She had just made an oxygenless ascent. Fond thoughts all, but the media’s crocodilian tears soon dried and gave way to a jaw of snarling teeth. Fleet Street’s publications love to trash heroes and establishment figures—witness the