Sarah woke Tuesday morning to find the men gone for their first acclimatization hike. They’d left well before dawn, before the sun came out to warm the ice up. She removed her heat-exchanging mask and rolled out of her sleeping bag. So it begins, she thought, popping her head out through the front flap of her tent and peering out at the glacier. She wondered where they were on the ice just now as the bright sunshine streamed across the Ice Fall.
She caught a whiff of breakfast being prepared. The usual fried potatoes, only they were being cooked by Sangye now. Tembe had left the day before to finish setting up Camp 2. She got around, combing her hair and tying it back, fixing her face, pulling on a fresh pair of socks, and fastening her ankle brace onto her bum foot. After a quick trip to
