First Ascent - Softcover

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1844037584 ISBN 13: 9781844037582

Publisher: Cassell Illustrated, 2014

Synopsis

"What transformed pure physical delight into something deeper was the fact that no-one had been here before..." Discover the fascinating stories of the men and women who have scaled the world's highest peaks. Featuring accounts of some of the world's most treacherous mountain climbs, this amazing collection covers the ascent of Mont Blanc in the 1780s, the golden age of alpine climbing which saw the Matterhorn and the Bietschhorn conquered, as well as the climbing of the great summits of the Americas and the Himalayan peaks, Everest and Annapurna. First Ascent is a unique survey of human achievement and a tribute to the adventurous spirit of mountaineers past and present.

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About the Author:

One of the best-known mountaineers of his generation, Stephen Venables was the first Briton to climb Everest without oxygen, pioneering a new route at the same time. His first book, Painted Mountains, won the Boardman Tasker Award. He has also written for all the major national newspapers and appeared in numerous television programmes, including the BBC's Race for Everest and Mountain Men series, for which he climbed the Matterhorn in Victorian tweeds and nailed boots. A master storyteller and skilful photographer, he is also a motivational speaker whose illustrated lectures have inspired audiences all around the world.

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Introduction

We spent the night sitting upright, with our feet hanging over the edge and our backs pressed against a wall of smooth granite. Foam pads insulated us from the snow window ledge on which we sat. From the necks of our down sleeping bags, nylon slings protruded, clipped to a steel peg we had hammered into a crack above us, to make quite sure neither of us rolled over and fell a thousand meters back down the mountain face we had been climbing for the last three days. Above us, the wall curved out of sight, black against the starry sky, unknown, unexplored.

I won't say that it was the most comfortable night of my life, but I slept intermittently and, apart from a slight apprehension about the next day's climbing, I was reasonably content. The hard part was getting going in the morning, forcing stiff limbs and numb fingers to function efficiently in the biting cold of dawn. Packing away sleeping bags, lacing boots, lashing crampons to your boots and sorting out the ropes is a fiddly business, particularly when you are operating from a ledge no bigger than a narrow bench. But once we got going and the blood flowed I warmed to the task, thrilled to discover that the crack I had eyed up the previous afternoon was climbable, then overjoyed to discover huge handholds right on the lip of an overhang I had been worrying about all night.

Then my companion Dick took over, leading up an almost vertical square-cut corner filled with ice just solid enough to support the spiked tips of his crampons. Everything was working out nicely, I thought, as I paid out the ropes with one hand and took pictures with the other, then put down the camera to gaze out at all the other peaks crowding the horizon.

Above the corner I took over again, tiptoeing right, puzzling out the moves, linking tiny ice smears on the smooth rock to work sideways to another crack, where I could slot in a solid wedge for security. As I looked back a shaft of sunlight finally shone across our north face to illuminate Dick's red helmet and soon I was able to remove gloves and feel the rough crystalline granite warm under my fingers. This tactile movement over the vertical face of the mountain was intoxicating -- pure physical pleasure, somewhere halfway between gymnastics and ballet. Intoxicating also was the linking of hidden clues, the revelation of secrets, the realization of the imaginary line we had sketched up this blank canvas. It was hard work, of course, defying gravity, moving our bodies and our sacks full of gear through the thin Himalayan air, nearly 6,000 meters above sea level; but, late that evening, when we finally settled into our sleeping bags, thrilled tonight to be lying full stretch on bed-sized ledge, we enjoyed all the deep satisfaction of a hard day's task completed.

That day's climbing in Kashmir was one of the best of my life. What transformed pure physical delight into something deeper was the fact that no one had been here before. Every twist and turn and surprise of this route was our own discovery; finding a way through this hardest section on the fourth day of the climb, we could dare to hope, for the first time, that we might actually reach the summit. The top wasn't everything: what counted more was the quality of the journey. Nevertheless the summit -- that obscure object of our irrational desires -- gave shape and focus to the journey: it was an endpoint, a goal, a reward which would afterwards add a retrospective glow to the whole experience. And this particular summit was doubly special, because no-one had ever reached it before.

The following day, after ten hours hard, hard work on frighteningly steep ice, we made it and two days after that we were safely down at our base camp, relaxing beside a stream in a glade of birch trees, enjoying the delicious sensation of completing the journey and returning to earth, hardly believing that just two days earlier we had been standing on that remote white point in the sky that I had been dreaming about for four years.

According to the local people the mountain was called Shivling -- a common Hindu name which means lingam, or phallus, of Shiva. We distinguished this mountain by calling it Kishtwar Shivling, after the nearest market town. It is one of several peaks, mainly Himalayan, where I and my companions have been lucky enough to be first to the summit. None of those summits has been particularly high or outrageously difficult, but it was till immensely satisfying to be there first.

That sounds terribly egocentric and smacks a bit of neo-colonial aggrandizement. No-one could deny that mountaineering is quite an egocentric pursuit, or at least quite a selfish one. However, the being first has nothing to do with some kind of "conquest." No mountaineer ever uses the word "conquest," unless, as Edmund Hillary famously did, he is talking about conquering his or her own inner weaknesses. Mountains are never conquered. But occasionally we are lucky enough to find an interesting way up them -- and, we hope, back down them -- and if we happen to be first, the pleasure lies in the exploration, in the lure of the unknown.

For most people "first ascent" probably conjures up images of a high, pointed, inaccessible snowy peak -- of a summit. That is a wonderfully graphic symbol of aspiration and of course it is hugely satisfying to be first to the top of an actual peak. But what really counts is how you reach that peak. So, although I was only the 204th person to reach the summit of Everest, I felt very happy to have got there by a new route, with a small four-man team stretched to its absolute limit. Many of the first ascents in this book are in that vein -- first ascents of new routes up a mountain, or first ascents in a new, more sporting style.

Not all climbs even lead to a summit at all. For instance, the British mountaineer Joe Brown is not known best for making the first ascent of the world's third highest mountain, Kangchenjunga: most climbers know him as the legendary rock climber who was first to climb Cenotaph Corner -- a 35-meter-high lump of ryolite stuck half way up a heather hillside in North Wales. Most Himalayan climbers derive as much satisfaction (or probably more satisfaction if they are honest) from a sunny rock climb near sea level, as they do from reaching a remote high altitude summit.

So, I have chosen in this book to try and cover the whole game of mountaineering, from the smallest boulders to the summit of Everest and I have attempted to make the coverage both global and historical, starting with the earliest ascents recorded by Man. That means that the scope is almost limitless. Within that boundless field, I have tried to concentrate on ascents that have in some way been groundbreaking. I have included quite large number of mountains or mountain faces, such as the Matterhorn and the North Face of the Eiger, which have the kind of mythic status it is hard to ignore; but I have also tried to include a few esoteric oddities to tempt the reader down less well-trodden paths. There is probably an unrealistically high proportion of first ascents by British climbers. I fear there is an element of personal bias here. However, part of the reason is that British climbers offer a particularly rich wealth of written records to dip into. It also happens that many of the mountaineers who started on the small but geologically varied mountains and cliffs of these little islands have, over the years, gone on to make their mark amongst the biggest and most remote vertical landscapes in the world. They have also played quite a big role in exploring new ground and experimenting with new notions of what is possible. And that is what this book is really all about.

Stephen Venables

About this edition

• Publisher: Cassell Illustrated
• Publication date: 2014
• ISBN 10: 1844037584
• ISBN 13: 9781844037582
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 224
• Editor: Stephen Venables