Everest the Movie. Finally had the time to go see it last night. I had read Jon Krakauer and Beck Weathers books so I had an idea of the story – which I cannot comment on as I was not there during that climb. The film’s cinematography was fantastic. It gave me goose bumps seeing the Cornice Transverse and the Hillary Step. The most difficult part of watching the film was trying to imagine what my …husband must be thinking/feeling/
reliving. During my 54 days on the mountain, we had very little communication. Our satellite phones were state-of-the-art, but barley worked. It makes me sad to think about how much worry I caused him. For him, the not knowing was a terrible thing. People who climb big mountains choose to do so, but their friends and families are left behind for weeks/months of worrying. This is me climbing the Geneva Spur at just under 26,000 ft. Camp 4 was at the top, in the Death Zone. We went for the summit 9 hours later. After 12 hours, I stepped onto the summit, but I was not happy up there and left within 20 minutes. Every cell in my body was screaming, “Get off this mountain and back home to my family!” And I did!