Archive for the Willy Category

Video and Trip Report

Posted in Willy on September 26, 2011 by charakusa 2011

Here is the trip report that I submitted to the AAC.


“When I have reached the coldest and most awesome summit…

Posted in Willy on August 10, 2011 by charakusa 2011

…my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.”

-Pablo Neruda

Ben leading the first pitch

Posted in Willy on August 8, 2011 by charakusa 2011


Views from the wall

Posted in Willy on August 2, 2011 by charakusa 2011

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More photos

Posted in Willy on July 26, 2011 by charakusa 2011

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A few words from George Mallory:

“We shall not bring back a single bit of gold or silver, not a gem, nor any coal or iron. We shall not find a single foot of earth that can be planted with crops to raise food. It’s no use. So, if you cannot understand that there is something in [humans] which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won’t see why we go. What we get from this adventure is just sheer joy. And joy is, after all, the end of life. We do not live to eat and make money. We eat and make money to be able to enjoy life. That is what life means and what life is for.”


Posted in Willy on July 23, 2011 by charakusa 2011

We are all healthy and happy back in Skardu.  We did not summit Nafees’ Cap but put in a good effort — first a nine-day attempt, and then a three-day attempt.  There are many stories and images yet to come, but these will have to suffice for now:

Full team in Skardu

Posted in Willy on June 19, 2011 by charakusa 2011

Josh has arrived.  Our bags are packed.  The ceremonial ‘Hunza water’ has been poured, toasted, and swallowed.  As we prepare for tomorrow’s Jeep ride to Hushe and the walk that will begin from there, I remember a few lines from a crazy old Chinese mountain poet:

Once at Cold Mountain, troubles cease –
No more tangled, hung up mind.
I idly scribble poems on the rock cliff,
Taking whatever comes, like a drifting boat.

-Han Shan
(translation by Gary Snyder)