Day 14
Base Camp 3 - 25,000 feet. Nightfall.
Elder Mitchell and I trudge along at high altitude, low on oxygen, as the wind carves dramatic riffs into the brilliant white ledges of snow and ice, now a shadowy gray under the dim moonlight. We ran out of food late last night, and it will be hours before the rest of the party reaches us. Our equipment is almost as tired as we are, the once metallic glare of our spiked boots and pickaxes now a dull matte as they slowly, but surely, lose their grip. Elder Mitchell's temperature has dropped below 91 degrees, and I am beginning to worry. We are near out of propane and we don't have sufficient supplies to last us much longer... Our fate is very uncertain as we continue our battle with this cruel mountain.....
BLIZZARD!
Or in Spanish, as they say, "NEVADA!" (Kind of counter-intuitive, huh?)
Seriously. Remember the movie "Day After Tomorrow?" Yes. I am in the middle of that movie. Heading home at night on Sunday night was my most intense encounter with a blizzard- despite spending the first 19 years of my life in the mountains of Utah. Every gust of wind cuts through every layer of clothing you're wearing and small chunks of snow and ice soar through the air at high speeds, threatening your eyes and face. We stopped several times to push cars out of the middle of intersections- only to travel a few more feet and get caught again. Our futile attempts nearly lost us our fingers. Signs and garbage sailed through the air with the snow. Small whirlwinds formed and picked up more snow. Walking was counterproductive- you had to RUN at the wind to make progress against it's gale forces; visibility, was next to zero. The aftermath was almost as impressive as the storm itself. Cars were COMPLETELY covered in snow; only the few top inches of their radio antennas protruding from the top layer of snow could be seen. For hours we dug ourselves our of our OWN apartment with the measly shovels we found on our patio the night before. The entire transportation system of the city was shut down- and for good reason. On our trek to the church building later that night we saw 7 MTA buses and HUNDREDS of cars stranded and abandoned and on major roads and intersections. Oops sorry getting into dramatic story-telling mode again. It's all true! But no worries, we're all safe! The storm has passed and cleanup has begun!
Right now, both Elder Mendez (apartmentmate) and I are SICK. We both have fevers and are coughing and have scratchy throats and we take turns "Ralphing" into the toilet. (Nicer word for throwing-up...?....urg...) That started on Monday morning... luckily we are both starting to feel better! :)
On a happier note! CHRISTMAS was WONDERFUL! All the Missionaries went up to the Chapel in Scarsdale for a big Christmas Morning Brunch and musical program! All the zones sang and we had scripture readings and afterwards, we all enjoyed a wonderful meal with a (hilarious) slide show of pictures from around the Mission in the past year! Hard to believe I was on my Mission one year ago! Man!
Maria was Baptized on Thursday and Confirmed on Sunday! I had the priviledge to perform the baptism- it was such a special day for everyone. Maria plans on getting her temple recommend as soon as possible- and the next P-day, we plan on heading down to Manahttan to do Baptisms for the Dead!
WEDDING BELLS ARE RINGING!!! RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT my dear sister Sammi is getting MARRIED for time and all Eternity in the beautiful Bountiful Temple!! Congratulations Sammi and Kevin! Please know I am right there with you in SPIRIT!
The New Year is HERE! I have many new-years-resolutions!! I have colored streamers! I have pots and pans! I have!....to be in the apartment at 6:00 pm on the 31st... BUT THAT'S OKAY we have a PATIO and we can celebrate!....until 10:30 pm which is LIGHTS OUT HOORAY!!! Hmm.. Well I hope all of you break one of those big party popper things and scream at midnight for me!! :D
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
The Church is True in 2011 TOO!!
B safe! B warm! B prepared with iceaxes and propane!
Always,
Elder Hellberg