The Mountains of My Life
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The Mountains of My Life collects Walter Bonatti's classic writings detailing his exploits on numerous expeditions to different mountains of the world, as well as the real story behind the controversy over the events on K2 that changed his life. Bonatti is one of the greatest mountaineers of all time, and these awe-inspiring writings capture the adventure, audacity and magnitude of his craft.
why he was being asked to carry it up), it is scarcely surprising he thought Bonatti intended to use it. Nevertheless, the proposition that everything in Mahdi’s evidence is the plain truth (as he saw it) can be accepted only if all the apparent absurdities can be explained as honest mistakes. And he made no fewer than fifteen separate statements that Bonatti labeled “untrue” or even “crazy.” They certainly seem so—but let us look at them through Mahdi’s eyes. 1. “After establishing the last
clammy mixture of fern, fungus, and rotting tree stumps. The now numerous ledges were covered by dense cushions of catchfly embroidered with tiny pink flowers, and garnished with thick tufts of everlasting daisies, while in the hollows sprouted the last anemones and glacier ranunculi, mingled with spindly carnations and a hundred other small flowers with quaint names and bright colors. The hummocks were dotted with a beautiful deep azure or sky blue, depending on whether late-flowering gentians
then exposed the eroded surface. The mid-morning heat had produced a thick woolly blanket of cloud above the Val d’Aosta that was now stretching up toward the Mont Blanc range. At this time of year there was nothing to worry about, but the rapid development of the cloud nevertheless induced me to increase my pace. Before long the lower summits had disappeared under the fog layer, which went on rising until it reached the glacier below the Col du Geant. Where a few minutes earlier the sun had
other hand there were moments of extreme uncertainty when I felt utterly drained and incapable of action. What enabled me to find the strength to resume climbing was the awareness that I had been struggling at the limits of the possible for days in order to solve my personal problems: anyone who had deliberately chosen the Dru to reconcile himself with his own being and with his life could certainly not fall into passivity and just let himself die. There were some places, such as the zone of huge
across the sky with reddish flares growing in it. “When the bad weather comes from Monte Rosa,” the old Mont Blanc guides say, “the storms will be violent but short!” The very high gray clouds that had heralded this storm now covered the entire western horizon and merged with the Dauphin mountains. There was no hope of improvement; we had to get out as soon as possible. Icy gusts broke over us anew as we reached the summit of the Pic Luigi Amedeo at about eight o’clock. The storm had reached