Sunday, February 21, 2021

The Birth of Mountain Culture

 

The Birth of Mountain Culture

 
 
 
As much as the first ascent of the Matterhorn changed mountaineering, it also changed mountain culture. Whymper’s book about his first ascent, Scrambles Amongst the Alps, published in 1871, became a worldwide bestseller, and tourists began to flock to Switzerland in summer. The vast majority were not climbers, they simply wanted to journey up the valleys to see these extraordinary peaks and often hired local shepherds and hunters to guide them. With the advent of alpine skiing in the early 20th century, tourists began traveling to Switzerland in winter, giving the country a year-round tourism industry.

Long before the world became consumed with Everest, mountain lovers were obsessed with the Matterhorn. At only 14,690 feet (4,477 meters), it’s a runt compared to the super peaks of the Himalaya (barely half as tall as Everest). It isn’t even close to claiming the title as Europe’s tallest mountain, a title claimed by Mount Elbrus in the Russian Caucasus at 18,510 feet (5,642 meters).
It isn’t even the tallest Alp—Mont Blanc is nearly a thousand feet taller and was climbed as early as 1786, owing to its gently sloping incline, which doesn’t require refined technical climbing skills.

Conversely, the Matterhorn rises as an unforgivingly steep pyramid with four ridges and four walls. To climb it you must actually climb—gripping miniscule ripples of rock with your fingertips, placing your feet on the thinnest of ledges

The rock is a crumbling gneiss that, combined with the severe angle of incline, forces you to constantly maintain perfect balance, prepared for a hand- or foothold to give way at any moment. It is a mountain that demands climbing competence, courage, and mental stamina.

Because of these factors, climbing historians consider the first ascent of the Matterhorn the beginning of modern mountaineering. And just like Everest, the story of its first ascent is a plot thick with ego and ambition, passion and betrayal, bravery and death.
 
 

 
Race to the Summit

In the mid-1800s, two capable, deeply ambitious men were desperate to become the first to stand on the summit of the Matterhorn: Jean-Antoine Carrel and Edward Whymper.   

Carrel had grown up at the base of the Italian side of the Matterhorn. Like his father, Carrel was a professional hunter of the chamois and had spent his youth exploring every valley and ridgeline of the region’s rugged terrain, including the flanks of the Matterhorn.   
In 1860, after serving in his region’s military during Italy’s Second War of Independence against Austria, Carrel returned to his home and “his mountain” filled with patriotic ardor and determined to climb the peak. He made his first serious attempt that summer, reaching a height of 12,000 feet (3,658 meters) on what is now known as the Italian Ridge.

Meanwhile, Whymper, an Englishman, also had followed in his father’s professional footsteps and become an artist and wood engraver. In the summer of 1860, when he was 20 years old, Whymper was commissioned by a London publisher to make sketches of the great peaks of the Alps in Switzerland, Italy, and France. It was during this trip when he began to learn mountaineering. He made several first ascents, and he came under the spell of the Matterhorn. From that summer onward, he, too, was determined to become the first to climb that awe-inspiring peak.

The following the summer, in 1861, Whymper tried to hire Carrel as his guide to climb the Matterhorn. “Jean-Antoine…was the finest rock climber I have ever seen,” wrote Whymper later. “He was the only man who persistently refused to accept defeat, and who continued to believe, in spite of all discouragements, that the great mountain was not inaccessible.”
But Carrel was not interested in sharing the certain fame that would be bestowed on the first person to summit the famous peak.  “Carrel saw the Matterhorn as a possession belonging to him by right and the attempts of others to win it as an encroachment on his own territory.”

During the ensuing years Whymper made eight unsuccessful attempts to climb the Matterhorn, and on several occasions tried to hire Carrel as his guide.

Finally, in the second week of July in 1865, Whymper encountered Carrel on the trail and once again asked him to be his guide. Carrel declined. Unbeknownst to Whymper, Carrel was quietly mounting his own attempt on the Matterhorn with an Italian team. When Whymper learned that Carrel was trying to steal a march on him he wrote that he felt “bamboozled and humbugged.”





Determined not to lose the peak to his rival, Whymper managed to cobble together an unwieldy team of seven men of varying experience: Zermatt mountain guides Peter Taugwalder and his son Peter Jr., an accomplished French mountain guide named Michel Croz, an English chaplain Charles Hudson who had much mountain experience, and two novices—18-year-old Lord Francis Douglas and Douglas Hadow, a 19-year-old Londoner.
 
Instead of attempting the Italian Ridge, they chose a route from the village of Zermatt on the Swiss side, following the Hörnli Ridge. They camped at 8,000 feet (2,438 meters) at Schwarzsee on July 13 and were climbing before dawn the next morning. By 9:55 am they were at nearly 14,000 feet but by then a layer of snow had filled the crevices and thin film of ice had formed over the rock.

Croz, as the most capable and confident in perilous alpine conditions, took the lead. After four more hours of careful, technical climbing, the team was nearing the summit and back on relatively easy terrain. Overwhelmed with excitement, Croz and Whymper detached from the ropes, leaving the others behind. “Then Croz and I, dashing away, ran a neck-and-neck race, which ended in a dead heat,” wrote Whymper.
 
 “At 1:40 pm the world was at our feet, and the Matterhorn was conquered. Hurrah!”

But the Matterhorn has two summits: the higher Swiss summit to the east is 14,690 feet, and the Italian summit, to the west, is just four feet lower, at 14,686. So, just to make sure they were indeed the first to the top, the two men crossed over to the Italian summit. When they peered down over the edge, 600 feet below, they spotted Carrel and his team and yelled down to their rivals. Carrel was so distraught he immediately turned around and began descending. (He would return three days later to make the first ascent of the Italian Ridge.)

At that moment, standing on the summit of the most difficult peak ever climbed, Whymper graciously wrote later of Carrel: “He was the man, of all those who attempted the ascent of the Matterhorn, who most deserved to be the first upon the summit.”
 



A Tragic Fall

Whymper’s team remained on the summit for an hour, and Whymper used the time to sketch the panorama of surrounding peaks.

Then the team roped themselves together, and the guide Michel Croz led the descent. At some point, the least experienced climber, Douglas Hadow, who was in second position, slipped and knocked Croz off his feet. Suddenly both men were tumbling through the air. Hudson and then Lord Francis Douglas were instantly plucked off the mountain. Four men were now falling. Whymper and the two Taugwalders clung to the mountain with all their strength, hoping to catch their teammates, but the rope snapped. The four men fell to their deaths.

The three survivors were so traumatized they could not move for more than half an hour. The Taugwalders wept with despair, the younger sobbing, “We are lost! We are lost!”

Eventually they began to descend, carefully and full of fear. Somehow they managed to keep moving until after dark, finally bivouacking on a thin ledge.

Stumbling back down in Zermatt the next day, the men told their tragic story, but the shock was too great for the small mountain community. Rumors started and Taugwalder Sr. and Whymper were accused of cutting the rope. The Swiss authorities began an inquest that lasted three days. Each man was interviewed at length. In the end, Whymper and Taugwalder were exonerated, but the controversy continued.

The Times of London denounced the ascent and deplored “the utter uselessness” of the sport of mountaineering. Queen Victoria considered outlawing the climbing of mountains. European newspapers published denunciatory editorials by writers who had never set foot on any mountain, let alone the Matterhorn.

For some people, however, spectacular deaths of a supposedly heroic nature seem to have a bizarre magnetism—think Everest—particularly for those who have never witnessed the horror of such events. In Whymper's wake, people from all over Europe suddenly wanted to climb the Matterhorn. In 1871 an English adventuress named Lucy Walker became the first woman to summit the mountain. In 1881, 23-year-old Teddy Roosevelt climbed it. In 1911, the Matterhorn's last remaining unconquered ridge, the Furggen, was ascended, and 20 years later, the north and south faces were climbed.


NZ Lockdown

Lockdown

Denver airport is quiet. No queues in security - just move through - of course at a social distance from everyone, but still with mask on until security asks - 'please pull your mask down'.

I’m asked to go back through - must be looking specious i guess and then patted down as well. But then released to continue the process of picking up the red bag and green ski race helmet and briefcase. And then to the gate

The plane duly pulls up and a scattering of people get off.  So far it looks like we will not have a lot going over to LA. But the numbers slowly build as I sit in the window - mask on - back to everyone  A engineer pulls up with clip board and goes under the plane  - hmmm  - perhaps jut routine but he is there a while, and then n announcement.
‘Due to some maintenance issues our departure will be slightly delayed’

After a while he disappears and it's sometime before he comes back with a ‘motherboard’ in hand and disappears under the plane to emerge in just a minute or two. At the same time we get a boarding announcement.  Now we are 1hr 30mins late and the connection for me in LAX is going to be tight - but not much I can do about that

I though that I would get a row to myself or at least an empty seat but that is not the case and I sit the entire journey with my nose against the window - looking for clean air through my face mask.

Of course i’m near the back and yet I have to sit patiently while the whole plane gets of 15 by 15

So now with at least two terminals to cross to get to Air New Zealand in Tom Bradley I need to run / hustle my way.  Some where during this hustle I realise that one wheel on my red trolley is not actually working and i’m dragging weed on one side. Damm - nothing to do but put my head down and keep the momentum going - glad i have merino on as soon i develop a sweat and this will help keep the odour down to a manageable level

Finally - be assured it’s a long way (felt like 2kms - but probably only 1.5kms) I turn into the wing, but of course ANZ gate is the very last one so it’s not quite over.

Just a scattering of people at the end so I think that loading is just about done - but I’m reassured by one guy that they have only called babes and grannies.   ‘Watch the bag for a minute will you, I need to go to the loo’  ’No problem’

Jacket and shirt off and i wander back leisurely to the loo and begin the cool down process.  I return - mutter thanks and we board. I’m still rather hot so once i get close to the seat I put the red 1/2 wheel trolley in the rack and put my briefcase on the seat two up from the allocated seat.  A steward comes pass and “don’t worry I will take my seat - just cooling down after a long run between terminal’s He turns and goes back down the cabin and returns a few seconds later with a bottle of water  - thats Air New Zealand service  from a senior flight attendant

Actually the all seem like senior staff, as I am approached a short while later by another staff member - Mr Hunt ‘ Wold you like to join us up Front’   Well no that is not what she said - just what I was dreaming she would say.
“Your bag - we can’t find it right now”  ‘Don’t worry about - I won’t need it for two weeks’ but we are somewhat delayed departing and I think it is my bag that is the problem. (it made it on the flight)

‘Doors are shut’ - great - now I can occupy a empty row without fear of a late walk up.

A couple glasses of wine and a movie and a half and before you know it we are in NZ


Arrival NZ July 15th
Pick up the ski bag and  a normal departure but soon things change. Prior to the passport control we are meet by airport security and they direct one at a time through a temp screening - push that thing into my ear and - yep - you seem fine. Are you sick? Have you been with anyone who is sick? Are you feeling ok?
Actually the same questions get asked every day.

Passport control and out too met by armed police and directed to the bus line. Yes Mr Hunt - we have your name here. You will be going to the Mecure Grand (sounds fancy)  Please go out and board you bus. “Rear entry only please - we will load your bags”

Off we go into town and park up outside.  Hotel staff clear the foot path and swing the barriers against the nose and tail of the bus so we cannot get away, and by being at the front I depart first into the carport where we pass through two stations, our names are checked off again, and a key issued. “What would you like for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next two days ?”- a quick scan of a standard ‘isolation printed menu’ make the choices, then the next station and  and temp taken with more questions about health Are you ok, how are you feeling, do you have any underlying sickness. We have doctors and nurses in the hotel if you need u.  .

Finally I am released,  bags delivered into elevator and up to the 11th floor. Drag that ski bag into the room - push it under a bench near the window and just sit for a moment before scouting the room, calling Brandi and having a shower and change of clothes.

Now - how do I get a flat white?  Breakfast and coffee duly arrive and day one in isolation begins


First things first - need to get that bike delivered Yep - Megan is onto it and says she will have it here Thursday morning. Perfect
Cycling shorts - which are still hanging in Steamboat.  Search the net and find that Tinelli - a NZ brand out of Nelson seem like the best option. After ordering I call to make sure.

They arrive the next morning with a nice little  note from Tinelli
Welcome back to New Zealand Geoff.  Enjoy your stay in Auckland and let ius know if you need any more cycling kit to get you through.  Team Tinelli

Wednesday passes quickly . A round of calls to family, some TV scouting and soon it’s time for bed.  I had resisted all day lying done but had nodded off a couple time s reading a book


Saturday already
Tour de frances stage 20 - which yr not sure but second yr that Froome won / BC News and breakfast. Curried eggs and Croissant -and a flat white ordered prior
Back to the story writing  / diary

 
 
Well a couple coffee’s each day / busy with real estate agent calls and emails selling Brighton, which involves going down to the front desk “could you print this please” and then bring the paper work up and sign it and then down again and “please scan this back to my email address’ and then I send it on to the agent.

But had to do a couple pages again as we discovered a line in Clause 9.1.b where there was a 15 instead of a 5 - so repeat the process with the front desk.
They have been very nice about it.

I was told on arrival that I could go for a walk each second day as long as I sign up - so Thursday I’m in - 10.30. but it’s raining and blowing (flooding up north) but away we go.  1 allowed at once. Gather in the drive-thru - suitably distant and then onto the bus. I try to be apart but of course a family chooses to sit right behind me - ahhh.

A short drive around the block - happened by the road blockages and diversions / building projects in downtown Auckland and onto Queens Wharf - which is actually just spitting distance behind the hotel.  We are escorted out of the bus onto the wharf - in the wind and rain and allocated 100meters of wharf. High barbed wire fence ne side and the Waitimata in the other. (well there was not actually any barbs - but it wasa 8-10foot high security fence)

‘How long do we have?” “45mins”    Ok - so I don’t need the exercise that I am going to get walking up and down 100meters so to the end and stand on the spot - looking this way and that at the scene. Into the wind and then with my back to it. (I am of course going to get a hour on the bike inside later)  The others - half of them at least , pound their way up and down, getting some forced air in their lungs.

A family with three small kids take it easy with the little ones plying splash in the puddles.

45 mins later - our guard who has been standing in a sheltered guard box lashed to the fence - waves - time up, and we return to the bus (passing other prisoners locked in their own 100 meter space)

Wet and blown back to the room to change clothes / check the email and see what is on the big screen

The door bell rings  - ahh - it lunch time. Vege lasagne. Not too bad - probably the best so far.

So Thursday disappears. Not with out calling my beautiful wife still in Colorado (6hrs ahead and a day behind)









Friday Highlights
Confirmation of the house sale in Brighton
Another 50 mins on the bike
News of Atlanta Major and Governor fighting over the use of masks
More Covid in Victoria with Queensland shutting the borders
And a call from Airbnb confirming they will help with two Australian clients booked into my apartment in September. They help with cancelling the clients (by our mutual agreement) and this frees up my house for Kiwi bookings through Sept.
Live rugby on TV while i’m on the bike which helps pass the time (heavy hill climbing section during half time break gave me a good work out - mangled to push over 250 watts for about 20secs, before winding back down to 180, then 150 which is my standard wattage during the ride.  Did that a couple times so tired when i got off the bike











While I was talking on the phone to Brandi, I received a call from the front desk (thought it was groceries I ordered so excuse my self and went down to pick it up)  After security inspection I am allowed to take the package.
Strange - Countdown have put the groceries in a box, but to my surprise when i get upstairs and open the box it’s fill of flowers and a little rabbit
My lovely wife in Colorado has sent me flowers - it’s amazing. Now - how do I put them in water - a rubbish bin lined in plastic - mmm - thats not going to work - so the jug sitting in the shelf has now become a vase holder and I have this fantastic bouquet of flowers - tulips, roses, snap dragons and ferns sitting on the desk  Thanks darling Brandi
Got two books with me and just about finished one before I got here but now struggle for a few pages at night before tiredness sets in. Perhaps the two books and one magazine might be enough ??  We will see.

Saturday passes
It’s only Monday and i have no idea what happened on Saturday.
Watched some rugby later in the day
Got tested for Covid -19 - probably the most important part of the day
They called just as I had received my coffee, so I asked that I could come down when i finished rather than right now. Fine So drink kt eh coffee and report downstairs - whoops forgot my passport and pen

Check in at the first desk. Yep that’s you  Fine - just wait around the corner. There are three no four others there so I socially distance myself from them (remember I’m still good at that having just come from the US.

A nurse runs in and out getting names and lining us up. Mine you we are the last of the batch so no one behind us.
‘Geoff please’  The room is a ex small conference room. Three fully PPE equipped nurses - one seated with paper work and two testing.
Sit down here please - now we would like you to just look straight ahead and hold still
The nurse is standing to the side and she reaches and inserts a long testing ‘swab’ ‘stick’ down my right nostril - almost into my throat - and then counts to ten as she turns the swab around.
Thanks your done.
I get up and leave but pause to take a photo (they agreed ad turned their backs)

What happened to the rest of the day - god knows, but a knock on my door reminds me that I got my temp checked again (as they do every day around 1000 or so (handheld device against the forehead.

Sunday
Sleep in - till 0730 at least - not waking up so early. Had decided that I would have a relaxing day and not do to much work - newsletter writing etc
Saturday had been a day of getting the June newsletter out ( I know - it’s July but better late than never

So a Coconut Porridge breakfast / coffee / a chapter or two of the second book and then a couple hours later a ride for a solid hour at a steady 130 increasing to 150 watts (23 odd kms) lunch, another chapter, and a highlight
- a smoke on the smoking deck Level Two - well of course I don’t smoke but standing in the sun and wind for twenty minutes looking down on the ‘free people’

Brandi points out what some of the ’cycling mates’ are doing in Steamboat. A ride that Brandi and I had talked about. I did the second half p to Lynx Pass soon after rI got my Salsa gravel bike. A bit jealous.
https://www.strava.com/activities/3782171705

Monday
Tax’s day


Spent all day working on taking the numbers from the bank feed / figuring out the spend / allocating it / and then  ……. . .. . .  well didn’t get to that point

Did enjoy a period outside on Queens Wharf for a walk - well stand in the sun and then back to work

didn’t get to ride until  4.30 and spent a hour or so riding and watch the Dirty Kanza - two versions of it

Dinner - tv and bed

Tuesday
Flowers smell good on my desk this morning