We are settling into Camp 2 at about 11,000 ft. It is a beautiful day with absolutely gorgeous weather. In fact, I am sitting out in the sun getting burnt to a crisp which is kind of ironic but it is starting to get cold now. We spent the better part of the day getting from Camp 1 to Camp 2 which is about a 3,500 ft climb. All is good. It's been a long, long day. We are well and truly up in the mountains and the view is nothing short of spectacular.
Thanks to the following friends for sending messages: the Guenthers and the Browns. To Jonathon Thompson -- "go hard in the race on the 27th!" And Graham -- "yes, the coke in the fridge is mine."
From Emily -- the messages from Adam are generally fairly clear but there are definitely garbled bits that are hard to understand so Graham, I think Adam was talking about coke for whatever reason (I'm sure you understand!) and I believe that I got all names of friends who have sent messages so far, but if you sent one and weren't mentioned, it is likely because there were parts of Adam's message that were difficult to understand. Keep the messages coming.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”
- Mark Twain