Day 9 - Climbing the Black Rock
Early morning views of Mt. Everest from the highest point on the trek
It is not possible to see Mt. Everest from Gorak Shep or Base Camp, so most people climb Kala Patthar in the early hours of the following morning. At 5,643m the summit is the highest point on the whole trek and offers the most accessible closeup views of Mt. Everest.
The locals call Kala Patthar
The Black Rock because of its distinct black summit. If you check out
this earlier post you can see the trail leading up to the summit of Kala Patthar just to the left of Gorak Shep.
To see a cool 3D map of the area and the route to the summit
click here. You will notice that Kala Patthar is barely a mountain of its own. It's basically a part of the much larger beast right beside it.
We woke up at 4:00am and departed about a half an hour later. We were by no means the first group to do so, although it was still quite dark and incredibly cold.
I knew that this was going to be the coldest part of the whole hike, so I tried to dress appropriately. I put on multiple base layers and doubled up elsewhere. On my hands I was wearing glove liners, gloves, and large down gloves overtop for extra warmth. Think big puffy gloves that almost look like boxing gloves. I had purchased them earlier on the trail anticipating the need for warmer gloves than I had brought with me. I was wearing a warm hat and a down jacket with a hoodie that was on my head as well. Overtop all that was a windbreaker layer with yet another hoodie. I was snugly packed up and feeling warm, but it was very easy to tell that it was indeed quite cold around me. My face felt it, as did my legs and my feet. This was the most extreme sort of hiking I had ever done.
On other cold days on the trail I would wear the glove liners and the gloves and the fit was snug but I never had any problems.. but as we walked, for the first 10 or 15 minutes, I could feel my fingers getting colder, even though the rest of my body was actually pleasantly warm. I was encased in a set of layers of warmth and protection from the elements, and yet my hands were feeling quite cold and.. eventually I mentioned it to the guide.
He took off my gloves and on my hands and fingers I could see these dark red and in some places black looking splotches.. I had made a big mistake by restricting the blood flow in my hands and fingers, but fortunately the problem was identified fairly early on.. My guide gave me the go ahead to continue the hike and said that my hands were going to now get better, but from that point on I only put the puffy gloves on my hands and put the other 2 pairs away in my daypack.
As we started slowly and climbing Kala Patthar, the need for deep breaths intensified.. more and more short breaks were needed in order to get that extra bit of oxygen. Wrapped around in all those layers I started feeling a bit like a mummy. It was not that easy to take those deep breaths, and eventually I started feeling like I was suffocating. A bit of panic began to set in and I eventually instinctively grabbed for my face and tried to rip off the hoodies in order to create a larger opening for more oxygen to get in. I also immediately unzipped my outer jacket and got rid of some of that tightness. I took off my gloves to make all of this go faster, and took a step back and took a several deep breaths. I got colder, but at that point I didn't care. The only objective was to get more oxygen in my lungs.
I am not sure which of the phobias that was exactly, but I felt like I was wrapped up in something that was preventing me to breathe and that feeling of panic was creeping in... I had never felt anything like that in my life, and this was just after I barely avoided getting frostbite maybe. This was not a good start to the attempt to scale the highest point on the trail.
After taking a short break and regrouping mentally, me, Steve, and our fearless Sherpa guide pressed on. Jeff got into a slightly quicker walking groove and was encouraged to continue it to the summit, within reason. We could usually see him up ahead, but eventually he disappeared from view.
At some point before reaching the summit we ran into Jeff again. He had reached the summit, wasn't feeling very well, and began to descend. He had lost his appetite the previous day already, and was reporting mild headaches, but always seemed well enough to continue the hike. This was the first time he felt unwell enough to need to descend, and so the guide gave him the go ahead to descend down back to the teahouse, where he could rest again at lower altitudes.
We continued our push up to the summit and eventually.. made it.
This is the best view you get of Mt. Everest on the trail. Down below and up ahead you can see the Khumbu icefall. You can also now see the route one would have to take to reach the summit of Mt. Everest. It seems like an insane undertaking. Keeping in mind what I went through just to get here, I could not wrap my mind around continuing the journey all the way to the top, even if that were possible. It seems multiple levels of intensity higher than what we had accomplished hiking all the way here and climbing Kala Patthar.
The sun had still not reached Kala Patthar at that point, let alone the valley below. It was still incredibly cold.. It did not stop me from taking some photographs of my surroundings, some of which you will see in the upcoming posts.
We ran into some Polish hikers at the top and spent about 15-20 minutes here. The view was insanely beautiful in every direction, but especially in the direction of Mt. Everest. It just gives you such a different perspective of the Khumbu glacier, the icefall, and the route up to the top of Mt. Everest. It feels like this is the climax of the hike, whether the Base Camp likes it or not.