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Anatoli Boukreev: Hero of the 1996 Everest Tragedy

Monday, December 1st, 2008

You’ve just stumbled into your flapping tent 8,000m above sea level. Worn out from your summit attempt, Camp IV, with its sprinkling of brightly-coloured tents, looked like the garden of Eden.

Anatoli Boukreev: The Hero of the 1996 Everest Tragedy

Anatoli Boukreev: The Hero of the 1996 Everest Tragedy

But this last sanctuary of Everest’s conquerors is far from hospitable. Tethered tenuously onto the South Col, Camp IV is in the Death Zone. Here your body, deprived of oxygen, starts to shut down. Without supplementary oxygen, death is certain.

1996 Everest Tragedy

On 10 May 1996, Murphy stuck his cursed hands into the fate of two Everest expeditions. On this day, 8 people, including 3 experienced guides, Rob Hall, Scott Fischer and Andrew Harris, were killed above Camp IV. It could have been much worse but for the heroics of one Russian guide from the Mountain Madness expedition.

Anatoli Boukreev

“Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”

Anatoli Boukreev was born in the southern Ural Mountains on 16 January 1958. After graduating from the Chelyabinsk University for Pedagogy with a Bachelor in Science, the 21 year-old moved to Almaty (formerly called Alma-Ata) in southern Kazakhstan. This city, located in northern fringe of Tien Shan, would allow Toli’s passion for the mountains to flourish.

Trained in the rigorous Soviet mountain climbing programs which emphasized teamwork, structured competitive training and disciplined acclimatization, Toli quickly became an accomplished climber.

Between 1988 and 1997, he summitted eleven of the fourteen 8000-meter peaks, including four in a single ninety-day period, establishing difficult technical routes as well as speed records. And he did it all without supplementary oxygen thus establishing him as the cream amongst the elite in the exclusive club of high-altitude climbers.

Forays into the world of commercial Everest expeditions

With the break-up of the Soviet Union in 1991, it became more and more difficult to secure fundings for climbing expeditions. To keep his passion alive, Toli ventured west and came in touch with the world of commercial Everest expeditions. This is a world where anyone with cash to burn can earn (pay for) the boasting rights of having summitted Everest by signing up with one of several companies in the business.

One can imagine that for someone like Anatoli Boukreev, for whom the mountains are sacred and high-altitude climbing is a professional discipline, this whole business of guiding people up the highest mountain in the world, where in many cases they had no reason to be, would seem cavalier.

“What is guiding Everest?” asked Toli in an interview given shortly before his untimely death in 1997. “I don’t know what being an Everest guide means. I am a coach, not a guide.”

This was one year after the ill-fated expedition and it was clear that his philosophy on guiding was still the same. Climbing any of the 8000ers is 80% training and 20% luck. Everest would eventually decide who to admit into its halls of conquerors.

Boukreev continued, “I am a coach, a coach to sportsmen. I offer my expertise and experience for hire in order to help a group of people reach the summit. But am I responsible for whether they live or die? I am not. I will advise them on how to reach the summit, I will show them how, and I will help them, but I cannot be responsible for their safety. They understand that.”

Controversies

The controversies created by journalist Jon Krakauer’s book Into Thin Air would rage on. I suspect that most people who turned to Toli’s own account in The Climb would find his story more credible due to the fact that it’s free of the countless conjectures and innuendoes found in Jon’s account.

I for one felt that Toli’s actions on Everest that day were made based on what he thought was best at that moment. Unfortunately, his poor command of English hampered and prevented him from explaining why he did certain things during the expedition. This alone could have cast him in a bad light on everyone’s account of what happened.

Nonetheless one fact, the only one that really mattered, remained:

On returning to Camp IV and learning that something was amiss, Anatoli Boukreev stumbled from tent to tent looking for help. No other client, guide or Sherpa could summon the strength and courage to accompany him. So Toli made two solo forays into the dark, braving a blinding blizzard and 80-miles per hour wind before single-handedly bringing back Pittman, Madsen and Fox. They would have died but for his superhuman efforts.

Death on Annapurna

Sadly Anatoli Boukreev would die in an avalanche on Annapurna in late 1997.

Gary Weston DeWalt, who co-authored The Climb, said of this hero, “One of the pleasures of working with Boukreev was that he was a legend in the climbing community. Anatoli once described to me how he had nearly lost his life during the rescue of two fellow climbers in Manaslu in December 1996. He said, ‘There is not enough luck in the world. That night I got somebody else’s share.’ I think that it’s not that Anatoli ran out of luck on Annapurna on Christmas Day, but that he gave it to somebody who needed it more. I haven’t the words to express how much he will be missed.”

Into Thin Air

Saturday, January 5th, 2008

4:30am, May 11, 1996

South Col where Yasuko Namba and Beck Weathers were left for dead on May 11, 1996.

South Col, 7,906m (25,938ft)

Yasuko Namba and Beck Weathers were dead. In less than 48 hours, 7 more would fall. Yasuko Namba, aged 47, was a diminutive woman. She was also only the second Japanese woman to have scaled all the Seven Summits. The Seven Summits are the highest mountains on each of the 7 continents. Everest, the highest of them all, was her 7th summit.

Now, all she could do was lie on the ice. 70 miles per hour wind ravaged her body, blowing snow into her hood. Her right hand, fingers curled so tightly together that they couldn’t be straightened, was bare. She had dropped her glove somewhere – but it no longer mattered to her.

The 1996 Everest Tragedy

I’m talking about the 1996 Everest tragedy which claimed the lives of 9 climbers. Beck Weathers would eventually stagger back to safety amidst blinding snow and howling wind. A miracle because he was left for dead at South Col hours earlier.

South Col lies in what mountain climbers call the Death Zone. At this altitude, the amount of oxygen is 30% that at sea level. Your body starts to shut down. Your breathing increases as your lungs struggle to wring what little oxygen there is from the air. More and more red blood cells surge through your blood even as your heart beats faster. All these are your body’s desperate attempts to bring life-sustaining blood, depleted of oxygen, to your vital organs before they are permanently damaged.

With each step, you stop, stoop over and gasp for air. Step by step, panting and wheezing, you trudge up icy slopes, hoping that you’ll be one of the lucky few to reach THE summit and more importantly, come down alive.

That is if you were not already struck with High Altitude Pulmonary Edema (HAPE) or High Altitude Cerebral Edema (HACE). These are extremely severe forms of high altitude sickness. Basically, your brain and lungs are flooded by fluid from blood vessels. If you don’t descent immediately, you die.

The formula for death on Everest is simple.

Into Thin Air

I would not have learnt about the tragedy and the hazards of climbing Everest if not for Jon Krakauer. In 1996, Jon was assigned by Outside magazine to join an Everest expedition. He was supposed to write about the exploding commercialization of Everest. Never did he imagine that out of 5 team mates who reached the summit of Everest on May 10, only he would return alive.

Into Thin Air, written 6 months after the tragedy, is the definitive account of what happened on that fateful day. Jon weaved his narration of the team’s journey to the Everest Base Camp and subsequent acclimatization climbs with little vignettes of his team mates. Thus this story not only reads like a thriller but also an intimate memoir. In the book, Jon’s guilt for his perceived role in causing the death of expedition guide Andy “Harold” Harris would also surface again and again. Jon felt that he had to tell the world what happened.

“Several authors and editors i respect counseled me not to write the book as quickly as i did; they urged me to wait 2 or 3 years and put some distance between me and the expedition in order to gain some crucial perspective. Their advice was sound, but in the end i ignored it – mostly because what happened on the mountain was gnawing my guts out.”

I’m no mountain climber but this story is so compelling and well-written that i read it in one day. After reading it, you, like me, will feel compelled to surf the internet, thirsty for more information on Everest and what happened on May 10/11, 1996.

If you’re still not convinced, check out Jon’s Outside article on this tragedy.