National Geographic : 1961 Jul
KODACHROME(ABOVE) AND HS EKTACHROMEBY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICPHOTOGRAPHERVOLKMARWENTZEL With my rope tied to the hook, I swung from it; the hook bent. "Don't worry," said Rudl, "it's supposed to give a little. If the steel were tempered hard, a sudden pull might snap it right off. Here, have some grape sugar." Those little white cubes and the security of the hook braced me for a good look around. On a cliff 50 feet away, Senn's men sharp ened their lifesaving skills. A man was low ered on a rope with another man on his back, the supposedly injured climber. An impro vised cableway carried a "victim" from peak to peak, as a boatswain's chair carries sailors from ship to ship (page 112). Around us lay a realm of unremitting change. The sunlit emerald meadow far be low was soon a fluffy sea of fog; through the mist, a cowbell still rang up to me. In the passing of a cloud, a darkling backdrop turned into a pinnacle embossed with snow. Above it all receded infinite layers of trans lucent blue. Salt Bath Soothes Aches and Bruises The descent to the Adolf Pichler Hut brings painful memories. My ready-made boots fit ted poorly. To be large enough in front, they were too large in back, and going downhill slid my feet forward, bruising the toes. N.G.S.