You often read about ill-equipped people attempting to climb mountains and unplugging their brains before they set forth. Sometimes it ends in tradgedy, mostly people get away with it. Mea culpa.
By the time I reached the foot of Mt it was already 15C and the chair lift that covered the lower reaches beckoned. However, in spite of others being clad in shorts, trainers and tee shirts, there were others boasting furry hats and weatherproofs, which suggested I should have at least a pair of jeans over my shorts, a jumper and windcheater, a cap and a pair of socks to double up as gloves. Even so, when we had climbed the glacier and passed 2,500 metres my “get back down” mind set was starting to dominate. Indeed, it would probably have won out were it not for the fact I was above the rapidly ascending clouds and the route back was shrouded in both mist and mystery.
By the time I reached the foot of Mt it was already 15C and the chair lift that covered the lower reaches beckoned. However, in spite of others being clad in shorts, trainers and tee shirts, there were others boasting furry hats and weatherproofs, which suggested I should have at least a pair of jeans over my shorts, a jumper and windcheater, a cap and a pair of socks to double up as gloves. Even so, when we had climbed the glacier and passed 2,500 metres my “get back down” mind set was starting to dominate. Indeed, it would probably have won out were it not for the fact I was above the rapidly ascending clouds and the route back was shrouded in both mist and mystery.
Seeking comfort from my snickers bar was a mistake as the cold had already turned into nut brittle.
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