The Climb (Everest #2)
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The youngest expedition ever to attempt an Everest climb has begun. But the trouble starts long before they reach the summit. Competition is fierce. Conditions are harsh. And the trek from Base Camp proves a challenge that not all the contestants can meet . . . with disastrous results.
chance. Control was a pretty big concern here because the Col was only 150 yards wide. Veering too far to the left would mean a four-thousand-foot drop over the Lhotse Face. A mistake to the right would send them screaming down the Kangshung. With trembling hands, Dominic drew his brother’s vial of Dead Sea sand out of his windsuit collar. “If you’re really magic,” he whispered, “now’s the time.” And with that, he drew back his ax and cut the rope. He dug the tool into the ice, dragging it
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trail. In the back of his mind, alarm bells were going off: You’ve made it up every crag and cliff in the East! This shouldn’t be so hard! Late in the afternoon, the group turned off the trail to the tiny village of Lobuche. Cicero sent Babu to secure the team sleeping accommodations for the next two nights. “Two more nights?” Sammi was distraught. “But Base Camp is only a few miles away!” “Last stop,” the expedition leader promised. “A couple of nights above sixteen thousand and you’ll be
the Bigfoot of the Himalayas. He’s got to be up there somewhere.” Sammi gave him a skeptical once-over. “Who else do you expect to find? The Tooth Fairy?” It turned out that Nestor was a journalist who had been hired by an Internet magazine to write humorous articles about Everest. His job, essentially, was to make fun of everything. He had already dubbed the sea of corporate logos “McBase Camp.” The expedition leaders were “Everest cruise directors.” “Where does the abominable snowman fit
what happened to Chris Alexis’s brother?” “He had to turn back,” Sammi informed him solemnly. “HAPE at sixteen thousand.” “Is he all right?” Ethan asked in concern. She shrugged. “He coughed a lot.” Ethan shook his head. “It makes you question Cap’s judgment.” “Hey,” Sammi said sharply. “You’re talking about Cap Cicero. He stood on this summit and twenty others before we were even born.” “I met this kid,” Ethan persisted. “Back in Kathmandu. He looks like he’s in grade school.” “You’ve