Walk to Base Camp and Climb to Hidden Col

After spending the night in Hushe we rode in jeeps downriver to the town of Kande that sits at the mouth of the Nangma Valley.  It would be a two day walk up this valley to our base camp.  In preparation for hiring our porters, we laid out 44 duffel bags, boxes, and plastic barrels on the ground, each weighing 50 pounds (we had already weighed out these loads of our equipment and supplies in Skardu, and now we needed to hire 44 porters to carry them to base camp). 




Hiring porter in Kande

Scott was in charge of recording the names, village, and fathers name of each porter who was assigned a numbered load.  All the porters had similar names so Scott handed each one a playing card to tie all this data about them to one simple identifier.  Once the porter delivered his load to base camp he would produce his playing card and get paid.  The hiring process took about three hours and our caravan was underway at 10AM.

Crossing the Hushe River before heading up into the Nangma Valley



The trail up into the Nangma valley began with a steep climb that took us to a series of meadows.  We walked along under granite walls that belonged to peaks whose summits towered five to six thousand feet over our heads.  We pitched our tents on the grass in a grove of trees where we spent our first night.

 

Walking up the Nangma Valley

We reached base camp on July 10th in a rainstorm.  Only about two or three expeditions had been to the upper reaches of this valley and no one was exactly sure where to put the base camp.  It was important for us to pick a good spot where we would live and climb from for the next six weeks.  But we needed to do it quickly so our porters could leave before they were hypothermic.  I quickly chose a spot amongst some boulders that looked to have good water and places we could make platforms for our tents.  With help from Fida Ali, Graham and Scott paid the porters and they quickly disappeared down the hillside, leaving us to wonder what was in store for us now.



Base Camp



The mountains we wanted to climb were on the other side of a pass over a ridge that extended south from the flanks of K6.  Our maps were given to me by a Polish cartographer and showed the pass to be above the upper end of the East Nangma Glacier.  On July 12th Graham, Scott and I made a reconnaissance of the area to find a route up onto the glacier and across it to where we could climb over what the maps called the "Hidden Col".

Looking down towards base camp from the lower part of the East Nangma Glacier



By the 14th we felt our route was safe enough to bring Nadeem with us to help carry supplies along with Ibrahim.  Ibrahim was one of the stronger porters we kept on to help us carry loads up the glacier for a few days.  After we completing this work we would pay Ibrahim and send him back to Hushe.

Graham, Nadeem, Ibrahim, and Scott up on the East Nangma Glacier

 

The upper East Nangma Glacier was heavily crevassed so we roped up each time for this section.



 

 

Scott and Graham on the upper East Nangma Glacier



Snow conditions on the upper East Nangma Glacier would prove to be terrible for the most part.  The temperatures were very warm compared to what I had experienced in the past.  It didn't freeze at night up on the glacier leaving the snow soft and breakable even in the early morning.  It wasn't uncommon to sink up to your crotch every few steps.

Approaching the Hidden Col above and to the left of the climbers

We put a hand line up and over the Hidden Col to assist us carrying loads to what would be our advanced base camp (ABC) on the glacier on the other side. 

 

 

Climbing up to the Hidden Col

 

On July 16th we crossed over the Hidden Col onto the Lechit Glacier and walked over to where we placed our ABC.  The Austrians had used this site for their ABC in 1970 when they made the first ascent of K6.  A Polish expedition had also used this site in 2010 when they made an unsuccessful attempt on Changi Tower.  We were the third expedition to ever visit the upper Lechit Glacier.

 

Advanced Base Camp with the icefall leading up to Changi Tower on the other side of the Lechit Glacier

 

Our next job was to find a way up through a labyrinth like icefall to get to the unclimbed 6,500 meter Changi Tower (21,325 feet).  This spectacular granite monolith was our first objective - a great prize on its own.  But we were also going to use the Changi climb as a way to acclimatize for our second objective, the 7100 meter unclimbed Central Summit of K6 (23,293 feet).

 



Friends in Hushe

From Skardu we drove to Hushe where my friend Rasool lives.  Rasool has been cooking and taking good care of us on all my trips to the Pakistan Karakoram for the past 28 years.

I first met Rasool in 1987 on an expedition to K2 where he was working for us as a cook.   One evening our porters gathered in a big circle singing and dancing to the beat of hands pounding on five gallon plastic kerosene jugs.  Rasool got up and moved to the center of the circle and began to dance.  He was small and wiry and had already lost the hair on top of his rounded head and wore a close cropped beard.  His dancing told a story about a devious woman who was trying to lure a young man into her bed.  Rasool propped small sticks between his nose and lips to create a fiendish look and dressed up to impersonate a woman with a head covering and tin cups placed strategically under his shirt to simulate breasts. As his dance progressed Rasool spun and flailed his arms wildly and worked himself into a frenzy.  Eventually he reached a point of total exhaustion and he collapsed on the ground completely oblivious to everyone and everything around him.

It turned out that in addition to being a good entertainer he was a pretty good cook.  These attributes led me to hire him again.  By the time we were together again on our 2015 trip to the Nangma Valley, Rasool and I had been on ten expeditions together.  He and his family have really become part of my larger family.
 

Together with Rasool in 2015 in the Nangma Valley

Hushe is a beautiful village and sits at over 10,000 feet in elevation in a tight rocky and dry valley with a great view of the south side of Masherbrum (25,659 feet high).  It has a short growing season in the summer for the crops that are irrigated by glacier fed streams flowing out of the mountains.  In the winter it doesn't get a lot of sun and is bitterly cold.



Masherbrum above the village of Hushe

 

Life in the village is hard and my relationship with Rasool has included helping his family with various health and education issues.  Although things have gotten much better, these services in Hushe are poor.  For example, before she died in 2010, Rasool's wife Bedruma had delivered eight children, of which only four survived through infancy.

 

On an expedition in 1992 Rasool was supposed to meet us in Skardu, but he didn't show so I went to Hushe to find out what was wrong.  He was there with his family heartbroken over the recent death of one of his children - an eight month old baby boy.  Since I had come all the way to Hushe looking for him, Rasool insisted on coming with us to cook.  In Skardu there was access to health care, so during the expedition we came up with a plan to help Rasool and Bedruma by encouraging and offering to pay for them to spend a year there after their next child was born.  All this came to fruition and their son Fida Ali was born and is now about 21.  Fida Ali helped us out on our 2015 expedition to K6 and Changi Tower as a porter on the way into base camp and organized all our porters on the way out from base camp.

 

Fida Ali and Rasool in Hushe in 2015

 

Rasool brought along his son-in law Nadeem to serve as the assistant cook on our expedition.  Rasool is getting older and we wanted to have a younger helper to do the heavy work.  Nadeem's father died when he was around 9 or 10 and his mother remarried a man in the village who didn't want her to bring her children into his household.  So Nadeem was raised by his grandparents.  He didn't have the opportunity to attend school in the village because he had to work to support his younger siblings so they could go to school.  I had worked with Nadeem before and he is a very hard, honest, and sincere worker.  He and Rasool have a great working relationship and we were fortunate to have both of them along as our kitchen staff. 

Rasool's daughter Sultanbe with her husband Nadeem and their boys Hasanan Ali and Kashanan Ali



  Late one night in 2010 Rasool called me in Seattle from Skardu crying.  He told me that his wife Bedruma had died.  I found out later it was from cancer and it seemed that treatment was not available to these villagers so she had died quietly at home.  At the time I had been focused on a climbing objective in the Eastern Karakoram on the other side of the Line of Control in Kashmir in India so I hadn't been to Pakistan for a while.  We kept in touch through friends and I could sense that after Bedruma's death he was lonely.
 
 A few years later I learned that Rasool was remarried to a much younger woman from the village.  At first I felt that it was inappropriate for a sixty-something man to get married to a woman the age of his older daughters - especially because he now has two small children with her the age of his grandchildren.  But I realized after visiting him in Hushe this time and meeting Amina, that I was applying my Western cultural norms to life in Hushe.  I don't know enough about the demographics or lives of women in the village to comment on what was most likely an arranged marriage.  I do know that Rasool is grateful for the company and is good to Amina, his other children have accepted her, and talking about Bedruma still brings him to tears - he still misses her deeply.

 

 



Rasool and his wife Amina

Fida Ali is now a father as well.  His older daughter is named Bedruma after his mother and while we were on our expedition his wife gave birth to another daughter.  There are two doulas in the village now to help the women with their pregnancies and birth which has significantly improved infant survival for the parents of Fida's generation.

  

Fida Ali with his daughter Bedruma

 

Rasool and I have been through a lot together over the years and his lively willingness to help us in any way he can has been a significant contribution to any success we have had climbing here.  I'm grateful that my old friend has a beautiful family to nurture him as he now becomes "appo" (a respected elder).



 

Rasool with his young son Rosi

My next post will be about our walk to base camp. 

 

 



Getting to Hushe

In the July and August of 2015 I led and expedition to the Karakoram mountains of Pakistan to attempt two major unclimbed peaks.  They included Changi Tower, a 6500 meter (21,325 feet) granite tower; and K6 Central, a 7100 meter (23,293 feet) snow and ice massif.  I returned to Skardu recently, the closest city in Northern Pakistan with even slow internet, and over the next week or so I will make several blog posts telling the story of our expedition.  To make it fun I will post lots of pictures and enough text to give you a sense of what exploratory climbing is like in one of the most remote, rugged, and politically challenging mountain ranges in the world.

Our expedition included Scott Bennett (30), Graham Zimmerman (29), and myself (61) as the leader.  Over the past 35 years I've led or participated in 15 expeditions to the Karakoram.  For Scott and Graham this was their first trip.  Mark Richey who is much closer to my age was originally part of the team, but for business reasons he was not able to attend so I became the senior member of our team, albeit with a lot of experience that was the only thing that gave me a fighting chance to try and keep up with my much younger partners.

This trip was made possible for Scott and Graham, the two aspiring Himalayan climbers in our expedition, by the generous support of the American Alpine Club's Lyman Spitzer Cutting Edge Award, The Mugs Stump Award, the New Zealand Alpine Club's Expedition Fund and the Mount Everest Foundation.  I believe these grants should be used to help young talented climbers like Scott and Graham have these kinds of opportunities and that old farts like me should pay for their own trips (which I did).

 

This trip could also not have been possible without the help of Nazir Sabir Expeditions (NSE) who ran the in-country logistics, the teams amazing cook Rasool and assistant cook Nadeem who kept the team healthy and psyched throughout the trip, Jim Woodmency (mountainweather.com) who's spot on forecasts allowed the team to send with confidence, and our Liason Officer Major Abbas.

Big thanks also goes to the team members sponsors Arc'teryx, Outdoor Research, Rab, Petzl/Alta Group, Camp, Scarpa, Exped, Thermarest, MSR, Edelweiss, Julbo, Iridium Telecommunications, CW-X, Trail Butter, Redd Bar, and Goal Zero.

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The three of us flew out of Seattle on July 2nd and after a brief stop in Dubai arrived in Islamabad in the fourth of July.   NSE staff had our itinerary well organized and other than performing a couple of errands like changing money and buying foods at the Western Store (grocery store for expats), we headed to the airport the next day to fly to Skardu.

 

Graham our treasurer changing a stack of Ben Franklin's for Pak Rupees



Shopping for goodies at the Western Store in Islamabad







We had promised our friends and family that we would fly from Islamabad to Skardu because in recent years the security situation for foreigners to travel by road along the Karakoram Highway (KKH) has deteriorated.  Violence from the war in Afghanistan has spilled over in the tribal areas along the border with Pakistan which are close to the KKH in places.  We intended to avoid the road.

 

The problem is the Pakistan International Airlines flights to Skardu are weather dependent and therefore irregular. 

 

Flying past Nanga Parbat, the ninth highest mountain in the world, on our way to Skardu



 

We were fortunate that PIA started flying large jets on the weekends so there was plenty of space and the weather was nice the day we left Islamabad.  The flight over part of the Himalayas to Skardu is spectacular. 

  

 

Graham is psyched after landing in Skardu one day after reaching Islamabad

 Skardu is the launching place for most expeditions to the Karakoram and is the capital of Baltistan.  Once in Baltistan we didn't have to be that concerned about security because the people here are peaceful Shia Muslims.  The majority of people in the whole of Pakistan are Sunni Muslims and the majority of those people are peaceful as well.  The perpetrators of all the violence along the border with Afghanistan are militant Pashtuns, a small part of this ethnic group of Sunni Muslims who do not live in Baltistan.  Once we reached Skardu we were surrounded by friendly and peaceful people who have gone out of their way to make every one of my trips to the mountains here an absolute pleasure.  Although we felt it was unnecessary, the Pakistan Government in the province of Gilgit-Baltistan assigned a police officer to each expedition to let us know they were doing everything they could to ensure our protection. 

 

Nawaz, the police officer assigned to us in Skardu.  He was a very nice man looking serious here for the photo 

From Skardu we drove to Hushe, the village near to where we started our trek.  There had been a lot of rain so the road was washed out in several places.  We were glad that we had very skilled jeep drivers! 

 

Approaching one of the many washouts on our drive to Hushe

 

Backhoe repairing a damaged road section

The Karakoram mountains also provide a natural barrier between Pakistan, India, and China whose borders come together here.  The borders between several of these countries are heavily disputed and militarized.  To ensure we had all the necessary permits to travel into these high security restricted areas, we had to show we had the necessary permits and sign in at several checkpoints along the way.

 

Graham signing in at a check post

  

Getting through road damage from a rain swollen creek.

 Stay tuned for my next post about my friend Rasool who has been accompanying me for 28 years as a cook on expeditions to the Karakoram in Pakistan.