Summary of Silvia Vasquez-Lavado's In the Shadow of the Mountain

Everest Media

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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 The climb up Lhotse was terrifying, but I was able to get over it and focus on the ropes. They turned into velvet ropes that led me toward a mysterious, exclusive nightclub.
#2 I have learned to make do with the jumar, which is an extension of me. I respect the jumar and bow to it every time I feel its steel teeth bite down on rope.
#3 At elevations like this, time expands and contracts. We're higher than most birds will ever fly. I wonder if birds get obsessed with height like we do.
#4 Lhotse is the final obstacle before Camp 3, where our oxygen tanks are waiting. Above 24,000 feet, the climb is a race against diminishing oxygen. This high, we rest but we don’t recover. We are deteriorating.

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Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 20 mars 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669355137
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Silvia Vasquez-Lavado's In the Shadow of the Mountain
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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

The climb up Lhotse was terrifying, but I was able to get over it and focus on the ropes. They turned into velvet ropes that led me toward a mysterious, exclusive nightclub.

#2

I have learned to make do with the jumar, which is an extension of me. I respect the jumar and bow to it every time I feel its steel teeth bite down on rope.

#3

At elevations like this, time expands and contracts. We're higher than most birds will ever fly. I wonder if birds get obsessed with height like we do.

#4

Lhotse is the final obstacle before Camp 3, where our oxygen tanks are waiting. Above 24,000 feet, the climb is a race against diminishing oxygen. This high, we rest but we don’t recover. We are deteriorating.

#5

The wind began to howl. Ice began to fall. The sun did not open up as predicted, and thick cloud caps descended on Lhotse. visibility plummeted.

#6

I can hear my breath against the buff covering my neck and chin. Something in my mask isn’t clicking. I stop and pull my backpack off to check, but Lydia shouts at me to keep moving.

#7

I understand that not only has death always been on the table, but maybe that’s why I’m here. I’m here to let the mountain do for me what I can’t do for myself.

#8

I teetered on the edge of the traverse. I clicked into the final rope, completed the traverse, and then dropped to all fours and crawled toward the tents. I found my tent and flicked my oxygen tank out. I couldn’t stop shivering.

#9

I had drafted a will before I left San Francisco, a formality my climber friends recommended. But the will didn’t seem real. It was like a half-assed precautionary measure. I had been trying to save myself from myself for years.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

My mornings were spent with my mother and her friend J, sipping coffee and chatting. I enjoyed soaking in the sun streaming through the window of the inner courtyard next to the kitchen, and I noticed new things.

#2

J came to clean our house every week. He was introduced to my father by a distant but trusted cousin, and my father saw something of himself in him. He brought J into the family.

#3

In Peru, the government enacted a nationwide school uniform in 1970 as an attempt to reform the deeply embedded social-class system. By dressing all the students the same way, they figured, Peruvian school kids would be twinned, blurring social, racial, and economic differences.

#4

I loved to shop with my mother. She would throw in extra fabric when we went to buy clothes, and we would leave with two packages. We had to perform the act of leaving to get what we wanted.

#5

I wanted to go with her, but my mother told me not to. She said that I had to stay with J. I didn’t understand why they would ask for this, but I didn’t dare question it.

#6

I was in third grade in 1983, and Sendero Luminoso had made their way down from the mountains of Ayacucho and started to infiltrate Lima. It was all over the news. Electric towers exploding, rolling blackouts, and kidnappings.

#7

I grew quieter as the bombs outside my home grew louder. The growing chaos inside my family matched the growing chaos outside my home.

#8

I was nine when I had to kill my first chicken. I was not scared, but I was surprised at how tender love could be.

#9

I had a room under the stairs, but it was no longer mine. I could find me there anytime. It was a portal to another land, but not another place that would swallow me whole.

#10

I was nine years old when I had my first pisco sour. I wanted to forget about the past and make new memories with my parents, but my father was against it. I wanted to be a young woman, but my father didn’t think I was becoming one.

#11

The heladero whistle meant ice cream, but it also meant summer was here, and the end of the dry season. It meant I was free to play outside and notice the sounds of birds and plants.
Insights from Chapter 3

#1

I was wide awake at seven a. m. in Kathmandu, and I was ready to start my last night in a real bed for two months.