Now on YouTube! Steve House and the K7 Solo Story: Summit at Last. | Uphill Athlete

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The K7 story, in the full telling, is taking three shows to cover. There is more it than one mountain. In full, this is the story of attempting the enchanting and powerful Masherbrum in 2003, discovering (for myself) the Charakusa Valley in a remote corner of the Karakoram Range. Returning to the Charakusa to climb alone, and climbing Hajji Brakk, a solo first-ascent. Then making the first attempts, and discovering the key to the route, on K7 that same season. In this show I tell the story of returning in 2004 with a larger group of friends and climbing partners to jointly establish new rock routes on Nasser Brakk, a first ascent of the 6,554-meter Kapura Peak, at attempt on 6400-meter Drifika, and finally to climb K7, solo, in 44 hours basecamp-to-basecamp, on the seventh attempt.

Thursday, April 9, 2020. 11am MDT (GMT -6 hours).

Capacity for up to 1,000 participants.

Interaction and questions via the Zoom Chat is encouraged.

Due to recent security problems a password is required to join.

We will post to the Uphill Athlete YouTube Channel, hopefully the same day.

I’m dedicating this one to John Prine, who passed yesterday due to complications from COVID-19

Lyrics to “Souvenirs” (Watch him sing it on YouTube)
All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that’s left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That’s why last night and this mornin’
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs
Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me

 

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