October, 1954, Tibet: Above 6600 meters
on Cho Oyu, the icefall rose like a fortress of
clouded glass. Autumn light glowed on the
cusp of evening. Pasang Dawa Lama vanished
into the blue shadows of a crevice, carrying a
rack of pitons, searching for a breach. No one
knew what lay beyond the ninety-meter wall.
Two years before, the British mountaineer Eric
Shipton found it impassable. The mountain
remained unclimbed. In 1939 Pasang Lama
nearly made the first ascent of K2 with Fritz
Wiessner. Now he was part of a small expedition
of three Austrians and seven Sherpas,
attempting another 8000-meter peak without
bottled oxygen. After decades at high altitudes,
he knew how to match the cadences of movement
and breath with the fluctuations of snow
and ice. Herbert Tichy belayed him in silent
awe. The Sherpa’s voice rang out: “No way.”
Pasang Lama emerged, traversed a steep slope,
and with a gasp, vanished once more amid the
ice. This time, he called for the others to follow.
In an hour, he’d solved the crux of the Northwest
Ridge. The way to the summit was open.
Two days later, a windstorm forced a
retreat. Pasang Lama trekked out to get supplies
for a second attempt. Thirty miles away,
in Marlung, he heard that a Swiss expedition
was progressing up the mountain, racing for
the first ascent. Moving almost nonstop over
the Nangpa La and up the lower slopes, Pasang
Lama carried food and fuel to Camp III. A day
later, he planted his axe on the top. As Tichy
hugged him, tears formed behind the Sherpa’s
dark glasses. In the expedition account, Tichy
declared: “Pasang’s achievement was surely
unique in the history of mountaineering–in
three days, he covered the difficult route…from
Marlung at 13,000 feet to the summit of Cho
Oyu at 26,750 feet. I do not think that there is
today another man capable of the same achievement”
(Cho Oyu: By Favour of the Gods, 1957).
These days, fixed ropes of commercial expeditions
cover the icefall. For many readers,
Pasang Lama’s feat has sunk amid the often hazy
anecdotes that form the sub-layers of
climbing history. By now, enough books on
Sherpas exist to fill, at least, a shelf. Yet most
publications still depict Westerners’ epics as the
central narrative of mountaineering. Ngawang
Nima Sherpa argues that his fellow local guides
exist only in the “shade.” Mainstream media
blasts news about international clients who
summit 8000-meter peaks, rendering invisible
the Sherpas who fix the ropes and lead them to
the top. When Sherpas do appear, it’s mainly
as supporting characters, lauded for rescues of
Westerners, praised for hard work or exoticized
as “local color.” Other figures linger even farther
in the periphery. A vast range of ethnic
groups exists within the nations bordering the
world’s highest peaks. All too frequently, their
experiences fall through the gaps of written
history, like a habitual lapse in our collective
memory, now hundreds of years old.
Most nineteenth-century Europeans
assumed that Himalayan exploration was a
Western story. Local knowledge of the mountains,
spread by the wanderings of herdsmen,
traders and pilgrims, vanished into “blanks on
the map”–as if vast swaths of passes, peaks
and valleys existed only as imaginary countries
until they were surveyed, (re)named and written
up into the realities of Geographic Societies.
Local people faded into the landscape, too,
like translucent incarnations of a “raw” and
“unknown” world. Gradually, they appeared as
“background” figures: the unnamed assistants of
the British Great Trigonometrical Survey; the
pundits who mapped forbidden regions during
covert struggles between Britain and Russia.
Early mountaineering took place amid
the height of European imperialism, when
the boundaries between non-Western and
Western roles seemed almost as delineated as
territories: servant and sahib, porter and mountaineer.
Meher H. Mehta, an elder member of
the Himalayan Club, recalls: “The division of
‘them and us’ was very much an attitude of
the colonials…always the case of the demarcation
of the common and the preferred.”
Over time, Sherpas protested these categories,
insisting they were more than “porters.” When
Tenzing Norgay joined the 1953 Everest expedition,
he demanded to be treated as a climber,
equal to the British. Edmund Hillary’s summit
photos portrayed Tenzing Norgay as a universal
hero–the first image of any human on top
of the earth. Jan Morris, the team reporter,
explained: “He was a man out of another
world, the new world of a renascent Asia”
(Tenzing: Hero of Everest, Ed Douglas, 2003).
High peaks are a powerful stage, as the
anthropologist Maria Luisa Nodari notes, and
even after the British Empire fell in 1947, a
virtual empire persisted within the climbing
imagination. For some of the Inner and
South Asian expeditions that arose in Tenzing
Norgay’s wake, the conquest of Himalayan
summits represented a symbol of independence
or empowerment, a regaining of lost political
terrain. Others followed older, indigenous
legends and meanings that layered the landscape
like invisible maps, charting a geography
that was, at once, cosmic and earthly, sacred
and real. Since 1953, each of these climbers
has re-interpreted the idea of ascent, in ways
influenced by cultural and personal visions,
local traditions and foreign encounters. To sift
through their histories is to see the nimbuses of
individual experiences spiral out into innumerable
galaxies of memory and dreams.
July 21, 1976, Pakistan: Below the top of
Payu Peak, light dazzled on a ledge of snow.
Allen Steck stood still, entranced, as his
Pakistani students continued on their own.
Despite the American’s desire to summit, he
felt this 6621-meter golden spire should be
an all-Pakistani first ascent. In his unpublished
memoirs, Steck recounts:
Nazir calls down to me, “The snow is very soft
and I am sinking in it, what do I do?” I tell him
to move slowly ahead with much caution and he
should be all right. The view of the peaks in a
wide arc is stupendous, K2 in particular, rises
above them all, basking in its glory.
Nazir Sabir, who’d been a high-altitude
porter for foreign teams, later recalled the
expedition as a “breakthrough.” Soon after,
he became one of the world’s great mountaineers,
completing the first ascent of the West
Ridge of K2, and alpine-style climbs of Broad
Peak and Gasherbrum II. One of his partners,
Reinhold Messner, declared that local alpinists
would “match us [Europeans] on their own
mountains, if not outstrip us” (All Fourteen
Eight Thousanders, 1988).
In recent years, often with little outside
attention, Messner’s prediction resonates. Pakistanis
Shaheen Baig and Qudrat Ali pursue
first winter climbs in the Karakoram. In 2009
they founded the Shimshal Mountaineering
School with Italian alpinist Simone Moro. In
January 2011, despite -38C temperatures,
they led eight female students on an alpine-style
winter ascent of Mingligh Sar (6050m).
Through “pure” local adventures, Baig tries to
bypass media biases and prove that the climbers
of his region “are second to none.”
Indian mountaineers began ascending
major unclimbed peaks like Annapurna III
(7555m) as early as the 1960s. Many focused
on “huge expeditions, Everest and ‘nationally
selected teams’.” Yet a few like Harish Kapadia
sought “hidden” objectives such as the
6559-meter Chiring We: “a shy mountain
[that] remained unheard of.” There, in 1979,
he wrote, “We had new approaches, a sort of
Indianization” (High Himalaya Unknown Valleys,
1993). By 2003, he’d climbed thirty-three
such summits, twenty-one of which were first
ascents. His teammate Divyesh Muni hopes the
next generation will accomplish similar feats
without fixed ropes. Mehta sees the younger
Indians carrying on the “age-old” Hindu tradition
of ascetic wanderers: “living happily upon
the land and what they can themselves carry.”
Some Chinese, Uyghur and Tibetan teams
have also left state-sponsored sieges of big-name
peaks for smaller-scale ascents of more difficult
mountains. In the 2010 American Alpine Journal,
Yan Dongong explains the ethos of these
“Free Mountaineers”: “Someone who doesn’t
climb for national glory or another lofty goal,
nor for profit…who is ready to match his
abilities against the pressures and dangers of
mountaineering, and prepared to face the consequences….
I think it is a China-specific term
because no other mountaineering community
in the world needs such a clarification.” Sichuan
alpinist Yong Liu refers to the influence of
local pioneers who climbed in alpine style without
knowing there was a term or an audience
for what they did. “Sichuan style,” he defines as
“only climbing, no talking.”
This spring, twenty-five Nepalese climbers
received international guide certification,
a step toward greater equality with Western
guides. To Buddhists, many high peaks represent
deities; climbing is potentially a form of
trespass. Some Sherpas have thus applied the
profits from high-altitude work to less questionable
and less dangerous careers. Others like
Dawa Steven Sherpa use climbing to promote
respect for a sacred and fragile environment.
If the economy improves, he says, “Nepalese
climbers will have more opportunities to climb
for themselves, and not just with clients,” and
to develop a “Nepalese climbing philosophy.”
To varying degrees, Inner and South
Asian climbers have coped with more limited
resources, equipment and training opportunities
than those in the West. Their stories remind
us that alpinism is, at its best, about overturning
assumptions. As the Polish climber Voytek
Kurtyka once wrote: “There are as many ways
to experience the mountains as there are real
and passionate emotional bonds with the
mountains…. It is in forging true bonds rather
than the collection of records that unveils a bit
of mystery” (Mountain 121).
Today, the metaphors associated with highly
publicized climbs shift steadily from the dominance
of nations to the promotion of brands.
Even a few Sherpas, now, are “sponsored,” and
the success of books like One Mountain Thousand
Summits (2010) and Buried in the Sky
(2012) may (one hopes) embolden publishers
to print more literature about non-Western
climbers. Increasingly, what falls beyond the
margins of representation may not be the
tales of local mountaineers per se, but those of
ascents deemed, for new reasons, unmarketable.
As Andy Selters argues, the “collective
roar” of modern commercialism has its own
“gravitational mass, shifting our balance, pulling
us toward what the crowd can recognize
and measure” (Alpinist 39).
This season on Everest displays, once more,
the power of such noise. The widespread
photos of people traffic-jammed along fixed
ropes; the deaths attributed to over-crowding
(which Nepalese journalist Kashish Das Shrestha
called an “international branding disaster”);
the cheering and booing from countless bloggers;
the mountainside production of digital
media; the participation of famous, sponsored
athletes–have saturated the Internet with
images that can too easily obscure the lack of
any significance to the 5645th+ ascent or to the
177th without bottled oxygen. And that can,
more seriously, make the loss of life seem an
inevitable part of a clumsy, gladiatorial drama.
In contrast, it’s worth recalling the solitary
and immeasurable impulse that allowed
Pasang Lama and Tichy to create an ascent as
“an ‘adaptation,’ rather than an intrusion,” in
which they “‘achieved harmony’ rather than
conquered” and could “forget the experience
and rules of the big expeditions and wander
among the mountains and climb them in
our own way” (Cho Oyu, Tichy). Within
this legacy–shared by many alpinists–lies a
broader argument for the telling of other stories
than the ones that get the most funding
and press. To preserve the spirit of alpinism
in our era, we will need to learn deeper ways
of expressing the history of all places, peoples
and times, searching for erasures, marginalia
and allusions; listening to oral traditions and
untranslated tales; and revisiting the value of
deeds judged “unhistoric” that quietly, yet
profoundly shift the inner development of
our pursuit. For it is often in such moments
that the climber, the writer or the reader can
look beyond all historical preconceptions and
commit to unknowns greater than those of
physical terrain. Whether or not the mainstream
public sees them, such truly creative
acts continue, always and everywhere, rippling
and spreading in constant reminder that the
center will not–must not–hold.
[With advice from Janice Sacherer, Harish Kapadia, Divyesh Muni,
Sumaira Jajja, Allen Steck, Hildegard Diemberger, Amanda Padoan,
Peter Zuckerman, Bill Buxton, Bob A. Schelfhout Aubertijn, Steve
Swenson, Michael Kennedy, Brot Coburn, Dawa Steven Sherpa, N.
Nima Sherpa, Motup Chewang, Sarah Ives, Yong Liu, Meher Mehta,
Suman Dubey, Eberhard Jurgalski, Shaheen Baig, Ashraf Aman]