8,850 Meter Ascension
18 hours 30 minutes
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he can see the summit and charges ahead once more.
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lungs gasp for oxygen, and his heart beats against his chest.
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snow or rock. His arms strain to pull; his legs struggle to push.
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dark brown of his boots only know how to move forward, whether
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own mind. He inhales the bitter cold air that fades away with each step taken.
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thoughts clear, every trained muscle moves automatically with
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his excellent skill; every second is spent trying to climb up the wall.
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begins to pull himself up on his rope. Moving quickly
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black hole-like crevice. Kicking away snow-covered stones,
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The axe pick cracks into the rock and the mountaineer leaps over
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