Mount Elbrus 5,642m (Russia)
The draw to climb another one of the seven summits in Russia was just too much and I soon found myself on an aeroflot flight to Moscow. This was one of two flights across the vast country which is Russia.
Arriving in Mineralnye Vody airport I was greeted by the rest of the group who included Virve (Finish girl), Orjan (Swedish), Franciso (Swedish) and Sergei (Russian guide). After a couple of hours of traveling through the Russian mountains in a mini bus and swapping stories with the group we arrived at out hotel. The first thing we noticed was the drop in temperature as we got out of the mini bus. We sat down to dinner that night accompanied with the introduction and itinerary and even snuck in a few russian beers which were rather tasty! We were told the adventure starts tomorrow so we decided to hold back on too many beers and get a good nights sleep.
Early the next day and after a great breakfast we walked down the valley for out acclimatisation hike up a mountain called Cheget. This was quite an experience and I think I was more worried about the chairlifts falling to bits while 40 feet in the air than falling off a mountain or down a crevasse. But one thing we noticed straight away was the clear weather above us but the huge clouds in the distance. So on arriving at the top of the lift we headed up the steep slopes in an orderly line to the summit from where we got our first view of Elbrus. And it didn't disappoint! Two huge snow domes just pointing towards the sky.
It really got the nerves going and the group was buzzing. But we did notice those huge clouds from earlier were almost on top of us now so we needed to get down fairly quickly. So we returned back down to the chairlift and as we arrived the snow started pouring from the sky. It was our first taste of the colder weather and going back down the chairlift we got a good coating of snow on one side. It was a relief to get back and have some hot food and a beer. But it also got us talking about the chances of a clear summit day.
Next day and the skies were clear again but for how long? Today was the day we were heading up to the Barrels which is a refuge for climbers but in the past had been a training camp for the Russian athletes of the seventies. A chairlift lead us most of the way up to here too and we were now up to snow level which was a lot colder.
We settled into our assigned barrels and got our crampons and axes out for a bit of tuition on ice axe arrest and just to keep the legs stretched and warm. But we also passed a huge rock with memorials to climbers who have died on Elbrus, which really brought it home just how dangerous climbing in Russia can be. Most died from cold and exhaustion! So that night in the barrels tucking down to some top grub we had a good talk to our guide about safety and the history of the mountain which settled a few nerves and really got us all ready for the climb. Although heavy snow and hail outside was kind of killing the moment a little with that clear summit day seaming so far away. Still we went to bed knowing we still had another day before the summit for the weather to improve.
Another early start and after another great breakfast we headed up the mountain to the Pastuckhov Rocks which is basically a collection of black rocks which they use as a land mark. The terrain to these rocks was really hard going with the steep slopes and deep snow causing havoc on the rhythm on your walking pace. But this is what it was like up to the summit and steeper near the top to we needed to be ready. I also learnt a lesson that day about wet gloves. My fingers were so cold that when I did warm them back up the pain was just agonising. I have never felt pain like it! My first thing to do back at the barrels was to warm and dry my gloves no matter what.
The rest of day was spent getting back to the barrels, talking about the summit with the guide and generally getting ready for a 1.30am start the next day. So after one really good final meal and some frantic bag packing we all went to bed for an early night.

Well i think i got a bit of sleep or maybe I blinked because the alarm was going off and we were getting up again. Tired, cold, anxious and excited we jumped on a snowcat and headed up to the Pastuckhov rocks once again. Well we had already climbed up to there and the thought of doing the summit after aswell was just too much. Arriving in the dark we switched headlights on and started in an orderly queue behind the guide to trudge up the steep slopes of Elbrus. This kind of walking sometimes sends you into a trance and it's hard to think back to what i was thinking about for the first couple of hours apart from walk, drink water, follow the steps in front, walk drink water..... and so.

Eventually the sun started to come up and things became a little more brighter including the spirits of the group although my legs were really pounding at this time for about 30 minutes until I had a second wind. But the snow was just as deep and just as steep all the way which was just knackering.

Finally after what seamed like a day we arrived at the saddle in between the two huge domes. So near but yet so far. We still had to climb the west dome the highest at 5, 642 metres. A break here was very welcomed and we even had an option of leaving a bit of unwanted gear here like extra water and food which some of us made the most of.

Then is was time for the push towards the summit. Aching legs soon got back in to the rhythm as we headed up the side of the dome and for the first time we were coming across ice sheets where the crampons were really needed. This was really all about will power and we took it in turns to lead and really pushed each other up that dome. The final couple of hundred metres was a killer and we found ourselves doing 3 steps, rest, 3 steps, rest but we were getting there.
To make things worse in the distance was another huge cloud coming over. Surely we weren't going to get so far and miss the view! As we got to the top of the dome we spotted the flags marking the summit and it took all of the energy we had left to get to it. Collapsing on the summit on Elbrus the feeling was overwhelming and Virve even had a few tears. We had been climbing for around 8 hours and we had really earned that summit. But as much as we were enjoying the summit that big cloud which was coming over meant we had to take a few pictures and head back to the barrel quick before we ended up on the memorial stone.

It's amazing how quickly weather can change and by the time we were back in the saddle the sky was dark, the air was freezing and the cloud was coming in fast. We made a hasty retreat, sometimes running down the mountain but with tired legs and aching feet this was a trial in climbing alright. The cloud soon surrounded us and we had to follow the guide down faintly marked footsteps in the snow. And we did this for about 2 hours until we suddenly arrived back at the snow cat which then took us back to the barrels. Twelve hours of walking at high altitude had taken it's toll on us all and we collapsed in the barrels. I even forgot to take my boots off! After a good sleep we had a glorious final meal in the barrels we were now full of talk and tales about the summit. I think we realised more then than when we were on the summit what we had just achieved.

We returned to the hotel in the valley and enjoyed a nice walk in another valley to stretch the legs. And that night the guides put on a great party which involved a lot of vodka, beer, great food and lots of party games. Things went a little bleary that night but I think we all had fun. It had been a great trip and the Russian people couldn't have been friendlier.

Elbrus had been climbed and I had made some great friends too.

T.Bawn
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