National Geographic : 1997 Aug
In a high-altitude balancing act, Kitty eases into their hanging tent. Fighting dehy dration at 21,900 feet, she melts snow to drink (below). That night a storm tossed the tent like a toy. Spindrift S coated sleeping bags. Gloves ' froze solid. "Winter had finally caught us. Another front was blowing in," Kitty says. It could only get worse. After three nights it was clear ,', that to survive they had to descend-defeated but unin jured. Back home in Utah, Kitty was asked if she'd re turn for a third try. She burst into a rowdy southern laugh: "Ask me when I've forgotten how durn cold it was." r] The Frozen Face of Thalay Sagar iJ, , ,*. t > '. . , A. ;, 'PC I^^I .^? ~g~-, iftl "