Die Trying: One Man's Quest to Conquer the Seven Summits

Die Trying: One Man's Quest to Conquer the Seven Summits

Bo Parfet

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0814410847

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

In early 2003, a young Wall Street investment banker named Bo Parfet set out to accomplish something very few had done before--climbing the highest mountain on every continent. He was not a professional climber, but what began as a casual interest would soon become a lifelong passion and in just over four years, Bo would overcome the odds and conquer all of the mountains--Kilimanjaro, Aconcagua, Denali, Vinson Massif, Elbrus, Carstenz Pyramid, Kosciusko, and Everest--with courage, unbridled passion, and determination. Combining the gripping narrative of "Into Thin Air" with the adrenaline-fueled drama of "Vertical Limit," "Die Trying" is the incredible story of one man's battle against his own limitations. From dodging avalanches to crossing a ladder over a seemingly bottomless crevasse, to making his way through the Khumbu Icefall and burying a dead teammate at 27, 000 feet, we experience all of the author's exhilarating, often terrifying climbs first-hand. We travel with him during his near-death experiences when falling into a crevasse in New Zealand and nearly-drowning in crocodile-infested rapids during a canoe race in Belize. And we share the terror of his confrontations with corrupt army officials, cannibalistic tribesmen, and local militia groups. Harrowing and uplifting, "Die Trying" is a riveting memoir that will inspire all of us to defy the odds and fulfill our dreams.

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blindly followed close behind, so I relayed Andy’s remark to the other four climbers, who were taking a break several feet away. I might as well have been talking to a brick wall. There was a 2 P.M. cutoff time when we’d have to turn around and start our descent, since the sun went down at five, and yet all I heard were comments like, “I’m just resting, getting some food.” “Guys, we’ve got to go,” I persisted, but Ed and Rhys were unmoved. They had bad headaches, and they weren’t yet sure about

by Foreign Policy magazine. It isn’t hard to see why. As BBC News foreign correspondent Steve Rosenberg described it in 2005, “There are no trolleys, no porters—the check-in desks have been completely gutted. . . . Rather worryingly, there’s a man selling Caucasian swords and daggers in the departure lounge, and opposite him, over on the wall, is a list of local criminals wanted for murder. . . . The ‘VIP Restaurant’ didn’t have any tea or food. In fact, it didn’t even have any tables or chairs,

meant that the twins left two minutes after the Doc. I, tardy as usual, left 15 minutes after them—my lifelong problems with punctuality and adhering to a disciplined schedule could be symptomatic of dyslexia or perhaps just a blasé attitude. Either way, the twohour route to the Pastukhov Rocks at 15,840 feet was easy enough to discern: a broad, steadily ascending slope. From there, we would head east for a couple of hours to reach the 17,800-foot saddle between the two peaks, and then a direct,

I took advantage of an inexpensive Internet fare and flew to Chile for a spot of heli-skiing, which entailed having a helicopter transport me and other participants to a remote and tricky ski slope. Seven expeditions in one year. For me, this was a new way of life, and one that I assumed would continue. High mountains during extended breaks, smaller climbs on the weekends, rafting the Colorado River, skydiving—whatever the activity, I wanted to keep pushing the VINSON MA SSIF 1 15 envelope,

Carstensz had been reopened to climbers. According to Christine, Mountain Madness was trying to arrange an expedition there. I immediately told her, “Hey, listen, I’ll be in the Far East for school. My Christmas break is the whole month of December. If you can do a trip then, count me in!” She did. What an unbelievable calendar year this had turned out to be— Vinson Massif, Everest, Kilimanjaro, Beijing, Elbrus, the Matterhorn, Mont Blanc, Bangkok, and then, just when I thought I’d seen it all, I

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