National Geographic : 1965 Jul
came to a crevasse, the first of many. One's first crevasse is quite a sobering sight. "Wow!" exclaimed Senator Kennedy when he peered down it, down into blue darkness. It seemed bottomless. We jumped across it-a bit awkwardly be cause of our snowshoes-and slogged onward. It became pleasant going. The temperature had risen to 25° above zero, the sun was strong, and we were sweating. The pace I set was slower than Bob Kennedy liked at first-novice climbers are always in a hurry - but he soon realized that to push harder would only tire him all the more quickly. I like the peace of the high places. In the stillness your pack frame creaks, and the snow complains beneath your snowshoes. No one talks much; you're working too hard. Sometimes the glacier seems to groan; some times an icefall breaks away from a rock cliff and rumbles and roars like an avalanche which it is-down the pitch.