April 27 camp one

Walking up heartbreak ridge in the Himalayas. Walking alone except for a few finches, high in the clouds passing the stone circle, listening to Philip Glass, now I sit alone in my yellow tent at the high meadows as the sun goes down.
The first crazy long walk from the meadows to camp one (18,900) and back, dropping off a tent, among other things. Now I am walking again on the high ridge below advanced base camp, it is like a huge ocean shore with sand and rounded black rocks and small plants that look like creatures in tidal pools. I think now i will be soloing the route and am working out the logistics of this in my mind, so much simpler that way. Occasionally I feel by my side, he loved this type of terrain. I pass Freddy and Ueli Steck on their way down from the summit. I wait for a couple hours at ABC for Sima who drops Agee things off down in a hurry.  I loaded my pack and headed for camp 1. I crossed a huge boulder field, like going to Pentapitch except for three hours, then the slabs below camp 1, Glad I had approach shoes on, then found a nice flat place, laid out the tent. Camp 1! 17,600 feet, the mountain occasionally appeared through the mists and clouds, much closer now. But I had to get back to the meadows before dark, Which  I did only barely but a beautiful walk back across the bottom of the ocean. Chris was in a camp with bowl of mung bean noodles

what we call the meadows

Ama Dablam