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Bivouac From Hell is the harrowing tale of a climbing adventure gone wrong. The narrator, Peter Delannoy, tells the tale of climbing Mt. Schistler in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming when he was twelve along with a group of other climbers. The group bites off more than they can chew and they pay a
Disclaimer: The following story contains strong language and blasphemy that some may consider offensive. I give the story an R rating. Read it at your own risk. I lashed myself to the summit of the Needles Eye and glanced at the dark clouds roiling in the sky. The super cell surged toward us like a
Rock fall in the mountains happens all the time. These events are explosive, immediate, and usually happen so fast there is usually no time to react. What I remember most about my own experiences is the utter violence and power of these events. In August of 1976 I witnessed a large portion of a mountainside
The wind, the breezes, moving air. After forty years of mountaineering I have a thing about the wind. In the high places near the cliffs, the walls, and massive peaks the wind is always moving, first one way and then another. Sometimes the wind is welcome—a cooling elixir on a hot day. At other times
I edged away from the main line, drifted toward the wall on the left and pointed my light into the hole that I saw there. The low ceiling pushed me to the floor of the passage where the silt rose up threatening the visibility. I lowered my head and turned my light inside the worm
When I was eleven years old my father sent me away for the summer