Word: climbers
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...Western region national parks, including Yosemite, there were no fatalities and 103 rescues last year, and one fatality and 56 rescues in 1991. Rescues there were far more expensive, at $1,135,000 for '92 and $1,284,000 for '91. Park Service expense accounts aside, as any climber knows, most of the risk and sweat of mountain rescues in the U.S. is borne by amateur volunteers. To a considerable extent, climbers look out for themselves...
Getting there requires the skills of a subterranean mountain climber, which is why Lake of the Clouds is off limits to the public. The underground trek involves scrambling through narrow passages, navigating around steep crevasses and using ropes to descend two drop-offs -- the second of which encompasses a 60-m (200 ft.) cliff. Turn off the miner's light on your helmet, and you cannot see your hand in front of your face...
Uncertain about who had jurisdiction, Markus Pirpamer, owner of the shelter, called police on both sides of the border. The Italian carabinieri, believing the body was that of an ill-fated climber, showed no interest. Their Austrian counterparts, who had already pulled eight corpses out of glaciers that summer, said they would investigate by the next afternoon. Pirpamer decided the next morning to go see for himself, and was flabbergasted: "I had seen bodies come out of the glacier," he recalls, "but this was nothing like them. Bodies trapped in the glacier are white and waxy and usually chewed...
...Neolithic climber was also armed with a tiny flint dagger with a wooden handle; a net of grass, which possibly served as a carrying bag; and a pencil- size stone-and-linden tool that was probably used to sharpen arrowheads and blades. Two birchbark canisters may have been used to carry the embers from a fire, Egg speculates. The Iceman apparently toted much of his gear in a primitive rucksack with a U-shaped wooden frame...
...ABOUT THE TIME the sky-blue Macintosh screen begins looking like the color of a mountain climber dead of hypothermia. About the time I realize that my last "15-minute break" allowed me to go to Coffee Connection, run five miles and watch an entire college basketball game. About the time the fan in my hard drive makes me think that evil spirits in my brain are yelling at me. About the time I dream that Marion Barry reads my thesis about him, hates it, escapes from jail and is scouring Cambridge with a butcher knife looking...