Mark Tucker from Base Camp

Namaste. Mark Tucker here in the low lands of 17,500 feet, Base Camp, while Dave is upstairs. Of course the second half of this climb is why we're here. It's the journey, not the summit, some may say. Let's face it, the climber, he wants to talk and the journey part is the consolation prize in many guys' eyes. Certain attitudes get you to certain altitudes. The worse mind set gets you only up and not down. As the leader of a large expedition I do my best to make sure the individual climber recognizes the responsibility he or she needs to accept with regards to the decisions they make up high. Keep track of the effects it may have is not only on them selves but the rest of the team is so important. It's a good feeling to have a confident, strong, and we've got an experienced group on your side but you need to climb with the idea that no one is there to help. It's the prudent plan and the one to live by. You know this is a wild, crazy thing we do and for the most folks the old question "why climb?" I guess that's valid enough in itself. They may never rot in the same long underwear for days on end, stay uncomfortable for weeks. Pee in some bottle in the middle of the night while a thin piece of nylon fabric called a tent is all that separates you and the raging storm. I can only speak for myself but the feeling of pride and satisfaction seems directly related to the amount of toil and effort invested. Confident that you all can relate in your own way. You know, climbers are fortunate in that the summit is such a tangible goal and if obtained the immediate change in course is so dramatic there's just no question that the objective has been met. You know luck is part of the equation and these climbers especially, and if all works out and you come home with the summit of Mt. Everest in your pocket. Boy, I can only hope that my team will share such a great accomplishment with anyone they meet with a demeanor that promotes awe and respect while exhibiting pride. You know, not to forget about seeming somewhat humble because we all know, nobody likes a jerk. . . (transmission ends)