Mountain Climbing
Watching the television this morning, I stumbled across an exciting mountain climbing expedition on the National Geographic Channel. These gentlemen, excuse me, mountaineers from New Zealand were attempting to climb Makalu, the world's fifth highest mountain.
As I tuned it, the men were bravely climbing up the mountain and they were all connected by a rope (I assume it was a specialized mountain climbing rope). It was only like the second or third day, but one of the guys was already getting tired. His legs were giving out. He couldn't go any further. He had to stop. While the rest of the team waited for pussboy to unhook and take the walk of shame back down to the previous base camp, the Sherpa took a knee and smoked a cigarette!
It was great, these guys are all exhausted and barely able to keep moving, and the Sherpa was just hanging out taking a smoke break.
Anyways, the men bravely climbed to the next base camp where they shed their gear and set up their tents for the evening. While at camp, the men were debating whether or not to take oxygen. They had this special mountainman gadget that magically measures the oxygen content in the blood. They didn't want to take oxygen because they felt like it was cheating. Two of the men took some O2 anyways. The other two declined, one of which was, of course, the Sherpa.
Unfortunately, I had to go to work so I didn't get to see if they made it to the top. They showed a computer graphic that outlined the rest of their journey. They had to go up to this next spot, then camp, then head over to this other area, camp, then just up over this ridge to camp, and then they're just almost to the point where they can set up camp again and then head over to this other camping spot where they will make their ascent to the summit.
As I tuned it, the men were bravely climbing up the mountain and they were all connected by a rope (I assume it was a specialized mountain climbing rope). It was only like the second or third day, but one of the guys was already getting tired. His legs were giving out. He couldn't go any further. He had to stop. While the rest of the team waited for pussboy to unhook and take the walk of shame back down to the previous base camp, the Sherpa took a knee and smoked a cigarette!
It was great, these guys are all exhausted and barely able to keep moving, and the Sherpa was just hanging out taking a smoke break.
Anyways, the men bravely climbed to the next base camp where they shed their gear and set up their tents for the evening. While at camp, the men were debating whether or not to take oxygen. They had this special mountainman gadget that magically measures the oxygen content in the blood. They didn't want to take oxygen because they felt like it was cheating. Two of the men took some O2 anyways. The other two declined, one of which was, of course, the Sherpa.
Unfortunately, I had to go to work so I didn't get to see if they made it to the top. They showed a computer graphic that outlined the rest of their journey. They had to go up to this next spot, then camp, then head over to this other area, camp, then just up over this ridge to camp, and then they're just almost to the point where they can set up camp again and then head over to this other camping spot where they will make their ascent to the summit.
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