Dancing with the Turquoise Goddess-Cho Oyu

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Cho Oyu Recap April-May 2016

It’s hard to imagine presently that one year ago I was shivering nightly in a minus 40 degree sleeping bag trying to figure out how to thaw a seemingly permanently frozen big toe. It was Andrea’s idea. At least that’s what I told people. It was his big idea to go all in on Cho. He had failed on the peak two years earlier and the itch to finish this project was gnawing. Of course, it took little for me to abandon my practice, take a leave of absence and deplete my savings for a grand adventure of this magnitude. I had a room with a view, an incredible panorama of the Himalaya jutting through my sliver of real estate in Tibet and cascading across the Nangpa la into Nepal’s portion of the greatest range on earth. That was worth 14 grand, right?


Mornings began with a breakfast bell as the sun crested Nangpa peak in the shadow of the Turquoise Goddess, Cho Oyu. Clouds wafted below us in this springtime elevation of 18,500 feet. Winter maintained her full grip on these chalky islands of rock and snow as evenings succumbed to daily storms that drove grizzled climbers deeper into down.


It had taken our team two weeks to arrive at what ended up being camp 3 or base camp on Cho Oyu. From our origin in Kathmandu, Nepal the journey would involve an attempted flight to Lhasa Tibet that was diverted to Chengdu, China for suspicious “weather related” reasons. That overnight stay deprived our assemblage of dinner, or any reasonable semblance thereof as we were whisked to accommodations for a brief rest prior to a second attempt on Lhasa. Four am dawned loudly as we re boarded an Air China flight and successfully touched down in the thin air of 12,000 feet on the high desert plain of the once forbidden city. The Chinese ran the Dali Llama out of his country when they invaded in 1952. Lhasa is the spiritual home of Buddhism’s spiritual leader who has remained in exile for decades. We circled the beautiful Potala Palace and breathed the dusty, thin air of higher altitude. It would require a few days of puffing before we could board buses that would ferry our group of nine mountain climbers across stark landscapes through towns called Shigatse and Tingri which required overnight stays.

tn_P1050155 Potala Palace in Lhasa.

tn_P1050129 My cohorts, Andrea and Freddie in Lhasa

Tingri was a stark place. The Clanton brothers could have faced Wyatt Earp here except that would probably require oxygen and their bullets would be better spent on feral dogs.

tn_IMG_20160427_094034913 Tingri, with cows and canines.

tn_P1050286 Everest from a hill overlooking Tingri

tn_P1050291 Katya (A North Col Everest client from the Ukraine, Andrea, Me and Freddie on our acclimitization hike outside Tingri)

Canines ran this place and we were cautioned to avoid the dusty street at night. Packs of animals were known to take small children. The nights I spent there were shared with a hound from hell parked outside my window. His incessant howling was a warning. We did an acclimitization hike to gain a view of Everest shown above. Gladly we departed his city. Our last bus ride was to Chinese base camp at 14 thousand feet.


 spent two wind whipped days here in the shadow of a military compound hiking the nearby hills for some elevation gain before embarking upon a fourteen mile walk to true advanced base camp That trip was broken by an intermediate camp wherein we were stuck for an extra day due to a snowstorm that halted our supply chain of stinking yaks and stinking yak herders.
 Men of dubious decree, these Tibetans burned dung in canvas tents with a smell that will never be fully dislodged from my nostrils. At the time I thought it preferable to freeze than live with such wafting filth. Soon my attitude about it would change.

tn_P1050328 Intermediate camp bet BC and ABC.

When we began our final approach to ABC, it was a seven mile day and two thousand foot gain that saw me sauntering into base camp next to last. I was ahead of Khai Ngyuen who was similarly ambling. There was little point in racing and depleting valuable energy stores this early in the ascent. I watched Freddy Johannsen and Andrea make it in record time along with several other team members as I pulled up the rear, barely ahead of the yak. The Himalaya was breath taking on multiple levels and I wished to enjoy the walk. Our expedition leader, Dani Fuller came back to check on us and was relieved to see that we were fine, just dawdling along the snow covered boulders in the last few meters before the glacier.

tn_P1050359 first view of base camp, 18 thousand feet.

Our Summit Climb group joined a community of varying colored tents of different expeditions. There was the Jagged Globe team, a higher end British outfit that offered meals with lamb and more expensive snacks were available daily. They also had a doctor and access to weather reports that were “borrowed” by us at different times. Prior to this journey, I was convinced of the need to sign on for full services. Full service meant bottled oxygen and Sherpa support. I intended to employ oxygen for the primary reason that my previously frostbitten appendages were at risk without. It is well known that breathing “gas” improves blood flow to extremities. This weather seemed to reinforce my decision, however expensive. The addition of oxygen added $2100 dollars to my already depleted trip expenses. With Sherpa support and the derailment to Lhasa compliments of the Chinese, my investment topped 14 grand for this “grand” adventure into Tibet. Regardless, the idea of not carrying my own tent, food and stove would free me for the primary focus, climbing.

tn_P1050363 Puja ceremony


Several odd things occurred as we settled into camp and initiated our puja ceremony. A puja is a religious observation wherein objects are offered to the mountain gods and Buddhist prayers are recited over rock cairns. Climbing gear is blessed by the llama, which in our case happened to be the kitchen servant. Over the course of an hour on our second day he read from a book and threw flour into the air as our group placed crampons, ice axes, boots and all manner of gear for blessing. Soon beers were produced and the observance took on a party character.

I watched from a distance having decided well beforehand that worshiping mountain “gods” and laying equipment before them was contrary to my personal belief system. I was fairly confident that to do so would be violating one of the most important of commandments and I wished to mitigate my history by following my conscience for once. It was duly noted amongst my team members, one of whom suggested it may be “disrespectful” to the locals. I politely explained that worshiping other deities was quite “disrespectful” to my God but didn’t begrudge them for complying with the custom. I approached the Sherpa sirdar, Thile Nuru, and told him that I wished no disrespect and he seemed to understand. The ceremony ended with faces full of flour and all participants drinking beer hauled specifically for that occasion.


Immediately following the puja, David Roeske and his personal Sherpa,- — took off for the summit. If that sounds strange, it should. David was an Everest summiter from the North two years prior. At 27 years old, Roeske was a New York investment banker. His goal was to polish off Cho Oyu without oxygen and move right over to Everest and do the same. He was undoubtedly one of the fittest of our team and when he disappeared with his Sherpa on the first walk up the glacier, I had little doubts he would succeed. (David eventually summited in record time then moved over to summit the North Side of Everest without oxygen, an incredible feat by any standard)  One day later, we followed in his footsteps and ascended into the clouds and snow of camp one at 21000 feet. Passing Freddie and Andrea, they recounted the horrors of the terrible scree hill. I wasn’t particularly struggling yet but this was soon to change.

tn_P1050407 Camp 1.

The horrible hill is legendary on Cho Oyu. It is almost two thousand feet of movable gravel that often gives way forcing you to sacrifice your minuscule gains. Two to three steps would gain you a half foot of elevation, if you were lucky. I remember climbing for hours only to find another scree hill and no sight of camp 1. It was demoralizing. The weather turned bad halfway through the scree and our Sherpa, and young boy named Lhakpa, was already struggling with altitude. This was apparently his first expedition and he wasn’t doing well. When we arrived in camp 1, I picked an established tent and began settling in. Not many folks were there but our leader, Dani Fuller was somewhere between here and camp 2 chasing David. I had barely crawled into the tent when radio chatter indicated Dani was descending and not doing well. Soon, from the winds and overcast snow clouds, I heard Dani come “falling” into camp. He was having difficulty and needed assistance. He was also unhappy that the Sherpa had failed to come to his aid. There ensued a discussion about his radio pleading that went unanswered. We put Dani into a tent and took oxygen saturations. He had apparently scared himself with what occurred up there. He was very agitated and we had to force him into a tent and make some tea. The night was consumed with making sure he wasn’t suffering from edema, pulmonary or otherwise. It was a minimally restful evening, as are most at these heights.



The morning sun didn’t crest until about 9.30 and we began the task of melting snow and dumping loads for our descent back to ABC. Dani had survived the night at camp 1, which is more than I can say for one of our “neighbors”. As I scanned the horizon an unusual blip appeared on my radar about 50 yards from our camp. There was a mysterious pyramid of nylon that gave appearance of an old, small tent, straddling a small crevasse. This pyramid turned out to be what remained of a climber who perished her several years ago. This climber had succumbed to altitude and was left in this position, covered by the remains of a tent. It was a morbid and visceral reminder of the game we play at these heights. My water froze during the night as did I. I left the big down bag at ABC, not thinking it necessary. Instead I slept in my down suit and crawled into the 20 degree bag. That was a tactic may summit folks use on their final push. It wasn’t going to be a tactic for my summit push as I shivered uncontrollably and awakened with no drinking water. Mountaineering 101. Always sleep with your water. I put the water into a neoprene sleeve which has never failed me. It failed for certain this time.

We walked Dani back down the horrible scree hill to base camp. He had decided to avail himself of bottled oxygen given his struggling and we aided him down to the glacier. As we got within an hour of ABC, the radio announced that we would be encountering two new clients in the form of Norris Merrit and John Nigh. Norris and John had just come off an attempt to gain the North Col on Everest and were acclimatized to meet us for a full attempt on Cho Oyu. I remember meeting Norris on the glacier and watching him speak with Dani, who was breathing bottled oxygen. The scene was rather bizarre as Norris was outlining his needs with regard to a personal Sherpa and additional oxygen. Dani spoke in between breaths of his regulator.

Many days later, Dani confronted the other Lhakpa Sherpa This Lhakpa (Lhakpa is as common a Sherpa name as Jim or Joe) The inference here was that Lhakpa was more focused on his client, David, than Dani who was having problems above camp 1. The exchange between Dani and Lhakpa was quite heated and made for an uncomfortable experience in the base camp dining tent. There was a point in which I was brought into the argument, having witnessed Dani’s portion therein. I tried to remain as neutral as possible but later events would cause me to understand the nature of Dani’s anger. I did confirm that I heard Dani on the radio from camp 1. Lhakpa’s response was, “This expedition is over for me, I have nothing else to say.”

The remaining days consisted of acclimatization runs up to camp 1 and climbing between one and 2. I am not going to go into details, they are the . But here are the highlights: The weather remained cold and snowy in the afternoons. I stayed cold all night, most nights, at base camp Khai and I got lost once getting to the scree hill and that caused a bit of re navigating since we were alone. On our turns into camp 1, there was no Sherpa and no food to be found. We had to scavenge into Sherpa tents to find ramen noodles, things for which we had paid a premium price. The “full service option” added about five thousand dollars to my total once you figure in the oxygen costs. Presently, I wasn’t seeing any benefit for my expenditure.


One significant thing to note here is that our group got split into two teams. There was a first team then my team which consisted of myself, Khai, Norris, John and Chris, the Australian. Chris had trouble when he spent the first night at camp 2 and required oxygen for sleeping and assistance on descent. I passed him coming down and he was knackered. This may have been a personal altitude record for Chris and these are not unusual circumstances. The decision to split the group didn’t bother me. I always prefer the rear as the first team was comprised of rabbits I didn’t wish to chase. Being at the back always allowed me to pace myself. Like Ed Viesturs told me in Kathmandu, “Take it slow”. And I did. That proved to be my undoing on this peak. (I met Ed at a cafe in Thamel, he was there to trek in and around the Everest region with his son, Gil)

tn_P1050005 Me and the legend, Ed Viesturs in Thamel, Kathmandu.

Fast forward to May 16th. Chris Wilcox and I were in camp 1 for the third time. Team one had successfully gained the summit of Cho Oyu and from our vantage point in perfect weather at ABC, I followed tiny dots through my binoculars as they crested the long summit plateau of Earth’s sixth highest peak. They could not have created better weather and I saw my team mates, Andrea and Freddie take their final steps miles above me as I waited anxiously in ABC for their return. It seemed as if Dani, our leader, had lost his will to climb after the altitude issues from the beginning. His lassitude was palpable and our team independently decided to move up to camp 1 and begin our assault before the weather closed. We had no Sherpa in camp until later in the morning on May 17. Chris and I decided to move up. Khai and Norris and John lounged about camp much later than my comfort level. Chris and I began the crux through the ice cliffs. The ascent here was most dramatic as there were many pitches of moderately technical ice with fixed ropes. I had never ascended ice like this on a fixed rope.


Ten hours from camp 1 found me in camp 2 with horrible wind and cold. My ascent was epic and the many pitches of near vertical ice were draining. I switched from fixed rope to fixed rope hoping to have made the right choice as many flailed in the increasing wind. I was gaining great altitude and hit a short plateau whereupon I hoped to find some tents. I did not and was instead tasked with another hour walk across a crevasse strewn plain at 23000 feet. I finally spied some nylon and hurried to disappear into one of the sanctuaries for some rest before my summit push in a few hours. It was cold, brutally cold and stark.

I yelled to see if anyone occupied this ghost town of a tent city. The omnipresent and increasing wind muffled my voice. I hear a faint response and it was from Dennis Mildenberger. I hadn’t seen Dennis for days, he apparently got sick and couldn’t join the first wave in their summit assault. Dennis had been waiting for two days up there, sipping oxygen in anticipation of our arrival and the Sherpa to escort us. Little did we know that was not to be.

I collapsed in the first available tent which happened to belong to Jagged Globe. They had abandoned it on the hill as their team forfeited their summit collectively. It was to be my home for three days in a gale unprecedented at 23,500 feet high on earth’s sixth highest peak. As I crawled into this red domicile, my body melted into a puddle atop my down bag. It was difficult to move and hydration was critical. The wind picked up as daylight ceded to Himalayan night. Soon, Chris was crawling into camp. Much later in the night, Norris was heard yelling outside of camp. He was breathing oxygen now and needed assistance. Dennis was in position to assist him into his tent. I crawled out and inflated an air mat. Norris was preparing to collapse on the snow outside of Dennis’ vestibule It would have been a near fatal mistake. We forced him to crawl inside and lay on the mat. He resisted us at first but soon acquiesced. The cold gripped my fingers and reminded of the frostbite from 2011 on Muztagh Ata. I couldn’t step out without mittens for any reason.




Now with Norris taken care of we waited on John and Khai but Norris intimated they would not be making it up. He conveyed that Khai had difficulty with the technical section and turned around. Later he muttered something about John losing a glove and being helped back by Sherpa. Either way, it was becoming apparent we would not go for the summit tonight. I layed down and began melting more water. Most folks would sleep on oxygen here but none was to be found. Sherpa were to haul it up and they were apparently in absentia. I would have to tough it out in the increasing gale that saw my tent begin to collapse in. We couldn’t hear each others voices in shouts across camp. But there was little need to convey what was happening. Hunkering down was our only option until the storm passed. Provided it did.

Day two found me holding the side of my tent from collapsing in on me. Here is a video clip.

 The good weather that blessed our forbears had taken a crap on us. This was one of the bigger wind events that I have experienced in the mountains. Day two was an exercise in existence. I melted water, alone in my tent. Dennis and Norris and Chris were similarly left to their own devices. I left the tent but two times per day for obvious reasons. It was brutally cold and my fingers felt the pain whenever I removed a mitten. At some point Thile Nuru arrived and occupied another tent. It was his first time to this altitude on this expedition. How he was going to lead us up was a serious question. We were breaking down every minute at these heights but the weather was showing signs of breaking. Another night was spent freezing.

The next morning, Thile Nuru came around and checked on me. Through the heavy gale, I inquired about our summit plans. Thile looked at me incredulously. “You still want to climb?” He asked. Soon he was canvassing the other domiciles asking the same questions. In two hours, he returned to inform me that we were going down. There was no oxygen for our attempts and my team mates had, according to Thile, collectively decided to descend. The “missing” Sherpa had now arrived with the sole intention of breaking down camp. They had no oxygen in their possession. My disappointment was great and all I could recall was the 14 thousand reasons to climb on. I was a bit weak, but with oxygen, about which I had so dreamed and paid, could certainly make an 8 hour climb to the summit.

As I packed up for the long slog down, the temperature bottomed out as often occurs after a big storm. I was nearer to frostbite at this point than ever on the trip and all I was doing was putting on a harness. One of the Sherpa assisted me as I knew better than to remove my fingers from the down mittens. I choked down some breakfast and coffee and helped break down the tents. Cramming everything into my pack, I began the steep rappels through the ice cliffs with the summit of Cho Oyu looming over my right shoulder. The Turquoise Goddess was not to be my prize on this expedition.

We made it to camp 1 and overnighted in the shadow of the dead climber. I was dog tired after a long descent through windswept snow and fixed ropes. I suppose it took me seven hours to make that camp. With little to no energy from the nights at high altitude, I collapsed in my tent in the now beautiful weather of Tibet. This was my luck in the mountains so often. When we had all returned the following day to base camp, it was discovered that none of us had actually indicated a desire to descend. It was a ruse. Apparently the Sherpa had told the same story to each of us. Each denied having said they indicated any desire to abandon the summit bid. It was not painfully obvious that we had been manipulated by our Sherpa who simply didn’t have the resources to get us up the mountain. Had the oxygen been present, I would have pushed on regardless. In retrospect, I wish that had been the case.

We remained in base camp for three days as no yak were available to get us back down to true base camp. Our predecessors had abandoned our camp for the relative comfort of Tingri following their successful summits. It was me, Rasmus Kragh (who did summit and remained to support us), Khai Nguyen, John, Norris and Dennis. Dani was still managing things in our base camp. When an expedition is over, you are ready to leave in many ways. Having to sit for three nights after not reaching the summit was interminable. I tried to make the best of it by hiking around and climbing small hills by my tent. I did take my first shower in over five weeks by borrowing some water from the kitchen guys and bucket bathing. It was glorious. I had to force myself to absorb the beauty of this place and not focus on the disappointment of not summiting. When we were able to depart, we made good time in 14 miles one day down to Chinese Base camp. A car was there to meet us and make the final two hour drive into Tingri where we were reunited with our rested team.

We must have looked like we felt. I was sixteen pounds lighter, sun and wind burned and haggard as the yak-men. Sad news greeted us in that I learned one of our team members lost his mother back in Canada to Alzheimer’s while we were climbing. He and I had spoken of her condition on several occasions but she had deteriorated rapidly during our time in Tibet. We retraced our steps back through the high desert plains of Tibet through Shigatse and eventually to Lhasa where we overnighted and managed to catch a direct flight back to Kathmandu.  While in Kathmandu we were visited with a small earthquake that is quite common for the area.

tn_P1050009 typical Kathmandu street scene of Thamel.

Many email exchanges were made with the leadership of Summit Climb. All of us were incredibly disappointed and angry over the turn of events at Camp 2. The resulting compromise on part of the outfitter was to offer us a 15% discount on another trip. It seemed cold comfort at the time. I’m not sure what lessons I gleaned from the Turquoise Goddess. Sometimes summits are not meant to be and I have experienced my share of peak denials throughout my climbing history. I will say that Tibet is a beautiful place and I was blessed to experience this portion of the Himalaya in all its late Spring splendor with a great group. I never fell ill, which is a first, I didn’t get injured, and returned with all my digits intact, despite having a cold toe that took a couple of weeks to rewarm. For me, that is a success and perhaps one day I will return to knock off the final portion of Cho Oyu. Presently, three of my team members on that expedition, Andrea Rigotti, Rasmus Kragh and Dennis Mildenburger are on another expedition to the summit of Everest. I wish them all Godspeed and good luck. You can follow them here at this link.  http://www.arnoldcosterexpeditions.com/blog

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SFW Helps Open Ijam’s Crag–Fantastic News!

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Ijams to reopen climbing crag before watchdog group sues

Travis Dorman , USA TODAY NETWORK – Tennessee7:51 p.m. ET April 7, 2017

(Photo: Paul Efird)


More than six months after Ijams Nature Center closed Knoxville’s main outdoor climbing spot due to a lack of insurance, the park announced Friday it will reopen the crag by giving the land back to the city.

The nonprofit park previously had a contract with Knoxville for ownership of the land that required it to maintain “personal injury liability insurance covering the premises.” By ceding the crag, Ijams’ leadership can avoid finding a private insurer to cover unsupervised climbing, which proved difficult and time-consuming.

Beginning Saturday, climbers will once again be able to use the Ijams crag free of charge, provided they sign liability waivers. Ijams’ agreement with the city is temporary while the park works out a long-term solution, according to a news release.

Ijams closed the crag on Sept. 19 after a four-month-long search for liability insurance yielded only one option, which administrators were surprised to learn didn’t cover free climbing. After the closure, only supervised climbing and instruction classes were permitted on the crag, meaning climbers had to pay to play.

Members of Knoxville’s small but dedicated climbing community who worked thousands of hours to prepare the crag for public use — known as the Crag Committee or the Quarry Boys — were devastated by the unexpected development.

Eight days later, then-Executive Director Paul James stepped down to be replaced temporarily by former director Bo Townsend. Townsend filled the position for nearly five months until Ijams hired Amber Parker, who took the reins on Feb. 20.

Parker attributes those changes in leadership, in part, for the length of time it took to reopen the crag.

“But also because there was a lot of due diligence that had to happen,” she said in a phone interview Friday. “We had to work with the insurance companies; we had to look for other insurers that might be willing to cover that. … And really we could not find another private insurer that works with organizations like us that was willing to. So then we had to go back to the city and there had to be those negotiations and discussions, so it’s just taken a while.”

John Quillen, the board president of an an environmental watchdog group called Southern Forest Watch, suggested back in December that Ijams resolve the insurance issue by giving the land back to the city. The organization, which lost a 2013 lawsuit against the Great Smoky Mountains National Park over its implementation of back country fees, threatened in November “to take the next steps” if the crag was not reopened.

Once 2017 began, displeased with Ijams’ lack of progress on the issue, Quillen met with members of his organization, the Quarry Boys and a team of lawyers to form a “legal action plan” to force the park to reopening the crag.

Quillen was eager to charge ahead with a lawsuit based on the premise that by denying free access to the public, the park allegedly broke agreements with companies that donated money for the crag’s development.

But the Quarry Boys favored diplomacy rather than coercion, and met at least twice with Parker to discuss the issue.

“They weren’t wanting to burn any bridges with Ijams or the climbing community,” said Southern Forest Watch member Laurel Dunn, who called the Quarry Boys “really nice guys.”

Amber Parker (Photo: Courtesy of Chincoteague Bay)

The Quarry Boys came away “very impressed” with Parker, who member Micah McCrotty said “seems genuinely interested in the community.”

“We came away from that meeting thinking she actually wants to get this done,” he said. “And so John’s a great guy and he does great work, but we had full confidence that she would take care of it, and we knew it was going to be a matter of time.”

Quillen said Southern Forest Watch planned to send a letter to Ijams on Monday outlining the potential lawsuit.

Parker said she knew “absolutely nothing” of the threat of legal action, and said, “if that were in existence I would know about it.”

“We have really good relations with the climbing community,” she said. “I’ve met with the Crag Committee and they understood the constraints that we had. They’re already aware that the crag is open. They’re very excited, so, you know, relations are good.”

“This has been an ongoing process for quite a while and it just happened to culminate right about the time that i got here,” she added. “It’s been hard work on the part of Knoxville city and the previous leadership here to make that happen. I just happened to be able to come in and snatch a little glory at the end.

“I’m just really glad to be here for it. Certainly really all the credit goes to the folks that have worked so hard to make it happen.”



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Image749515896 (If you didn’t get to see the last post recapping our France excursion, scroll down for details)

The Mayor, aka my brother Todd, is back in TN for good.  So first order of business was for us, upon my return from Europe and Todd settling into his new home on the lake was to reconnect with an area that has seen a good deal of trout slaying by the Quillen brothers.  Here we stand at the infamous “double naught” campsite after a Saturday of full limit of rainbows.


It was a perfect day and the fish karma was even better.

Image-111351747 Bloody machete man got the fire roaring.


Sunday found us enjoying another perfect weather setting that was prime for round two of the trout bagging.  It only took a couple of hours to limit out and we were steaming back to Ktown to eat these delicious offerings.

Image750599897 Laurel was ready with all the fixins and we cedar planked these suckers and grilled them to perfection.  It was the perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

Paris, A Moveable Feast

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Hemingway coined this phrase in the 1920s as he, along with other malcontents now regarded as the “lost generation” found their voices in the heart of the “city of lights”.

I took this photograph riding the RER train across the Seine.  It is a dirty window on a cloudy day that gives this view of the “tour Eiffel” it’s dour appearance.  I believe the impressionists would approve.


I’ve lost count of my visits to this place but each return just solidifies my love for what Paris represents.  I get so tired of Americans who have never left the country denigrating the French because Fox news told them some BS.  Yes, the French didn’t agree with the Iraq war and refused to follow Bush down that quaqmire.  If anything, that gives them cred it my book. But even it todays toxic political climate at home, some of that misanthropy still exists.  If the only place you get your information is Fox News, then you have more problems than can be addressed in a single therapy session.  Every day, more and more, it is crystal clear that our President has colluded with an enemy of the US to subvert the political process and all Fox news can say is that the whole thing is just fabricated.

When the Iraq war hype was being fed to us via real “Fake News” I was lambasted for questioning Bush and the neocons.  How dare you question our president in a time of war.  Well, funny what a few years will bring, huh?  It is now universally accepted that Bush and his whole team lied and now there is mounting evidence that they were more than a little involved in the events of 911 that got their oil hungry pals into the Middle East.

I am saying all this for one reason and some of you may not want to hear it, but I am going on record.  Trump is an ignorant moron just like Bush.  And ignorant morons are the most dangerous sort.  Both Trump and Bush are owned by the millionaires who obviously pull their strings.  So be very cognizant that Trump will likely follow the Bush playbook and start a false flag act of terrorism to deflect from his Russia scandal.

What does this mean?  It means that Russia or some similar oligarghy will start something in a place like Syria, or pull a 911 type event that Bush so masterfully allowed to consolidate American support.  It worked like a charm for the neocons on 911 and I am saying this to those who have sons and daughters that go die for these criminals.  When the false flag event occurs, you better start questioning, reading other news sources outside of Fox and getting your affairs in order.  Americans forget to wipe when they perceive some terrorist threat.  We willingly abandoned all our freedoms for the Patriot Act and now, last week, the House signed a bill giving away all your internet privacy to the highest bidder.

I will end this lecture but take note, we are more vulnerable now in the US than at any point in my lifetime because we didn’t use our thinkers and fell for fascism.  Americans falsely believed that a millionaire gave a flying crap about them.  I can assure you he doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his other millionaire buddies.  I know this because I deal with liars on a daily basis.

Now back to Paris,


Our first day, after settling into our apartment, we walked the streets from the Bastille to the Eiffel Tower.  It was five miles.  Laurel and I cruised along the Seine, passing familiar sights such as the Louvre and Notre Dame.

tn_IMG_20170323_121830209_HDR  Then she made me climb that sucker for the millionth time.


Now that we had checked the box on tourist attractions, it was time to check off some other Paris sights.  We secured reservations at some fancy dining establishements, one was in St. Germain de Pres and the fare did not disappoint.   Our time on the Metro was extensive and Laurel can navigate that transit like a pro.  I really enjoy the Paris metro, it is nothing more than an underground train and is very efficient.   We rented an Airbnb and stayed in a traditional Parisian apartment in the 12 arrondisment in the old part of town.  The metro was nearby as well as Gare Lyon, the train station.  Benmoine was our host and her hospitality was appreciated.  It was an old building with our flat being on etage 5, en Francais.  My main objectives on this excursion were to make it to Versailles and go to Harry’s bar.


Harry’s New York bar was and remains a Paris institution from the time of Hemingway who hung out there.  The bar invented the Bloody Mary drink, apparently.  It is still quite popular with tourists.  We metro rode to the Opera House in a rainy evening to enjoy that part of town.  The metro pops us right up here.  Are you starting to get a feel for the excitement of the city of lights?


Our time in Paris was three nights on the back end and the weather had been, well, French.  Paris is always sort of windy and rainy so I delayed our pilgrimmage to Versailles until Saturday, which was a mistake.  Although that was the perfect weather day, about 10 thousand others had the same idea.  We boarded the RER train to Versailles and stood in a queutn_IMG_20170325_070745213 of no less than 4 thousand people.


It was a mistake, because our line was almost three hours long.  Versailles had eluded me for approximately 12 trips to Paris.  I can now allow it to elude me for 12 more.


This is just a thumbnail of our time in Paris.  The nightmare returning and getting there is a story for another time.  American Airlines has to be the most irresponsible carrier in the industry.  I got what I paid for.  A $510 ticket from Knox to Paris via Philly turned into an epic travel headache.  But it still justified what turns out to be a 500$ minimum savings.  This is how we felt after getting up at 4 am to get to the airport.  Understand that while we were there, a terrorist opened fire at Orly airport and another similar act occurred in London.  We had to return via both.

tn_IMG_20170324_104045274  It’s enough to make you scream!

But overall a fantastic French experience, as usual.

Au revoir de la ville des lumières    Jean!



The French Alps

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Long ago, in another century, I made sojourns to this place of beauty in search of long, groomed runs and off piste bliss.  Now with the dollar on par with the Euro and an amazing airfare of $500 to Paris, our return to France was secure.


That’s Laurel slooshing down a white Heaven on Le Tour.  I have skied all over the world and can safely say that Chamonix is the ultimate skiers paradise.  Compare it to the US and lift tickets are half priced, runs are at least four times as long, lodging is less and the food superb.  Add to it the hospitality of the French and there is no reason not to go.  I remember being told that the French were rude back when Fox news was pushing the runup to the Iraq war.  They didn’t like the fact that the French didn’t agree with Bush’s scheme to get into Oil country.  So Fox news took to denigrating the French.  Well, looks like the French were correct on this account, huh Fox newsers?   It’s fine by me.  The same folks who thought we needed to invade Iraq are the same folks who never leave this country anyway.  More for me.


We finally landed in Paris after a travel nightmare of epic proportion with American Airlines, the Walmart of the travel industry.  This shot was taken by my cell phone while travling across the Seine via the RER.  It turned out quite artistic, if I do say so myself.

We were supposed to go from Knoxville to Philly on the 15th then direct to Charles De Gaulle.  However, the weather shut down flights and we missed two flights and endec up in Philly because American can’t organize a one car funeral.  They ended up putting us through London which meant getting off , going through security and waiting three hours almost making us miss our dinner reservations at L’Aubergeade.  We literally got in Paris about two hours before our much coveted reservation at this Michelin rated joint.  It takes about that long to exit customs and ride the train into town, then catch a metro to our hotel.

But we made it and enjoyed one the finest meals of all time.



I highly recommend the veal and pate de fois gras.

We hadn’t much time, however, before our scheduled departure the following morning from Gare de Lyon to Chamonix.  Our 7 hour train ride was a delightful journey to the Alps via the wine countries and rolling hills of middle France.

tn_P1070054 First class train travel is quite comfortable on the TGV which travels in excess of 120 mph. We switched trains twice and had little problem arriving in Chamonix by early afternoon.

tn_P1070094 I barely recognized the former ville in which I have spent so much ski time in the 90s.  It is enjoying great success throughout Europe as “the” ski destination and for good reason.  Laurel and I were met at the train station by Jean Pierre from whom we rented an airbnb with a view unrivaled.  I saved soooo much money with the airbnb route, you wouldn’t believe it.  I paid 57$ a night for this!  And we were right in the center of everything in town.



We were dog tired from heavy travels and planned to ski the next day but rain moved in and we decided to use that time to rent equipment and explore Chamonix.



That, of course, involved Fondue, a local staple.


I’m not a big fan of putting two pounds of boiling cheese in my belly but when in Rome….


The next morning, we were ready for sunshine and spring powder and Le Tour did not disappoint on either account.



The bus system is excellent, no need for a “voiture”!  (French for car)



tn_P1070088 French culture involves one of my great pleasures, the consumption of copious amounts of cafe’!


When we continue, I will expound upon the joys of Paris!  As for now I must be off to work again so stay tuned in the next day for part two of our French vacation.






Six Degrees of Mountaineering Separation

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When the KNS published a story about my friend Alan Arnette’s fall descending Twin Sisters peak several weeks ago (be sure to click the link, it actually shows him getting blown sideways) , it brought back memories not so fond.  Alan took a serious screamer in a 100 mph gust that blew him almost clean off a Colorado spire. For perspective, I have been friends with Alan for several years via the web.  Well before his fame as a tireless Alzheimer’s Champion and summiter of infamous K2.   In fact, prior to my own, well documented K3 debacle in which my climbing partner, Brian Moran suffered similar injury, Alan advised me to use another ground logistics outfit.  He had dealt with Field Touring Alpine in the past and I ignored his advice with predictable results.  Brian’s injury and evacuation consumed but one week of some of the darkest days ever seen in Pakistan’s Karakoram Range.

When the account of Alan’s mishap crossed the Knoxville media, I was already reading an article in Rock and Ice Magazine about another friend from the mountains, Kyle Dempster.  For those of you who may think he sounds familiar, I wrote about him in my last book, Father of Ice Mountains.  Kyle and I happened to be seat mates on a flight from Seattle to Beijing in 2011 as Brian and I headed to the Tien Shan mountains for a summit of Muztagh Ata.  Kyle was already famous by the time we had met and we killed a great deal of time swapping mountain tales in our flight to the Orient.  Kyle’s frostbite injury figured prominently in the narrative about my own frostbitten digits.  At one point, when I was able to get stateside, my physician prepared me for the eventual loss of a finger.  I could only think of Kyle, who had lost the same end of his finger in nearly the same spot. That was my big personal brush with mountaineering injury. 

Kyle was embarking upon an unassisted bike tour through the Karakoram and we said goodbye as he pedaled off into a dusty Beijing smog-scape.  Kyle had already been granted a Piolet d’Or, climbing’s highest honor for his ascent of the North Face of Xuelin in China    in 2010.  Kyle’s climbing partner was Bruce Normand.  In 2013, while sitting in a remote part of Pakistan called Skardu, I shared several afternoons in the beautiful riverside town being regaled by Bruce’s 209 ascent of K2 documented in the film, Shared Summits.  I asked about Kyle and Bruce told me that he was planning to come join him on this trip.  One week later, while Brian and I were hiking into Broad Peak basecamp, Taliban, disguised as police, stormed base camp of nearby Nanga Parbat and killed 11 aspirant mountaineers.  Kyle assessed the situation and said “F%$# it!” via a well -documented open letter to the Pakistani government.  Brian, Bruce and I had no such option.  We were halfway into an 80 mile walk to one of the most remote places on earth.  Taliban or not, we were heading to the highest peaks on our planet.

Fast forward to 2015.  I’m in Talkeetna, Alaska with John Davis, Neil Murphy and Lee Whitten.  We are making final preparations for a flight onto the Kahiltna glacier for an attempt on Kahiltna Dome.  The weather was bad and we couldn’t fly into basecamp, even had an aborted attempt on the Otter wherein we had to circle around and return for another day.  Two ladies were shadowing us,  Chantal  Astorga  and Jewell Lund.  We made jokes with them about our bad luck and when we finally landed together, had apparently stolen their crampons which set about another line of jokes.  Our team was developing a reputation on the Kahiltna even before arrival.  Apparently the weather had cleared late one afternoon and everyone was looking for us to re-board the ski planes.  Problem was, we were sitting in a movie theater one hour away watching something on a big screen.  By the time we landed on the glacier, Base Camp Annie greeted us on skis, saying, “How was the movie?”  Now these two gals were convinced we were thieves.  (Our gear had become intertwined, I promise!) Those Uber fit women would continue to make the first all- female ascent of the Denali Diamond while we flailed about unsuccessfully on Kahiltna Dome.  I was proud to say we had been alongside history in the making.  What I didn’t know about Jewell was uncovered in the Rock and Ice Magazine mentioned at the beginning of this missive.

News outlets generally don’t write about climbing unless something bad has happened.  And although most of the time this isn’t the case, the article about Kyle is a posthumous dedication to a life lived on the edge.  You see, last year Kyle and Scott Adamson   repeated their attempt on the Ogre 2 in Pakistan with disastrous results.  They were overdue for a week and a gofund me raised almost a quarter million dollars to no avail.  They were likely avalanched off that mountain never to be seen again until a big melt.  It was how Kyle would have wished it.  It wasn’t until this week and the Rock and Ice piece was published that I discovered Lund was Kyle’s girlfriend.  He got her into climbing in 2007 and she obviously took to it with felicity.  She was slated to join him/us in Pakistan in 2013.

Strange are the paths that bring climbers into the big mountains.  Sadly too are the ways in which they take people out.   My partner, Brian Moran, still suffers from his 100 foot fall at 18000 feet on Broad Peak in 2013. There were three members of our team who did not return from Broad Peak.  As an airline pilot, Brian was was forced to miss one year of work.  There were times when it wasn’t certain whether or not he would keep the leg with infection an ever present nemesis. To this day, he still cannot run and climbing has been relegated to a thing of the past. Here is a clip that summarizes our experience there. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42um-dpYDyk&t=2s

It sounds like Alan Arnette will make a predictably strong recovery, he is a strong and seasoned climber, veteran of dozens of Himalayan expeditions.  At one point, in 2007, while descending from the summit of Denali’s West Buttress route, my team almost suffered a similarly great tragedy as my rope mate, Dan Walters fell 30 feet into a bottomless crevasse. IMG_20170315_111440 (1)  After this four hour rescue, all 11 of us bedded down without tents in a growing storm at 9500 feet.  Unbeknownst to me, we were beside a tent that housed Alan Arnette who was making his second attempt of the “High One”.  Alan’s luck on Denali mirrors that of mine on all 8 thousand meter peaks.

It was on this Alaskan expedition that I first made the acquaintance of Brian with whom I would go on to share many similar trips throughout the world.  As we skied and snowshoed back to Kahiltna basecamp in the ever present midight sun in 2007, snowflakes covered our wearied bodies as my team limped into the landing strip for what would prove to be the last flight out for days.  Brian was stuck at high camp, having made his summit bid just one day later than us.  His team suffered greatly and they almost lost a guide to exposure in winds that created -20 temperatures.  His summit shots look like true Alaskan epics while mine could have included an umbrella drink.  Such is the variance within one day.

The Rock and Ice piece on Kyle emphasized the impact this young man had upon a burgeoning sport. He pushed himself to limits and affirmed the mountaineering adage, there are old climbers and there are bold climbers.  But there are no old bold climbers.  Jim Whittaker said, “If you’re not living on the edge, you are taking up too much room.”  That’s easy for Whittaker since he is pushing towards 90.  All of us have had close calls in the mountains, the key is to take those lessons and make sure they aren’t repeated.  I wish Alan a speedy recovery. It is events like these that remind us who is really boss on high peaks and no matter what your preparation, experience or skill, there is still a great deal of luck that brings us back intact.  For those preparing for Denali or the Himalaya this spring like my friend Andrea, I wish Godspeed and good luck.

Moco Mojo

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There is plenty of unhiked terrain at Frozen Head and we are getting it in prior to the imposition of a tax to backpack there set to implement April 1.  Recognize this guy?  Yep, it is Licklog, aka Rev. Grady.  He is back on the trail with the SouthernHighlanders.  It was a perfect backpack.


This is the MoCo Mojo.  Be prepared, it is infectious.  We were exposed to it last Monday night following a presentation by the Morgan County Tourism alliance.  They asked us to stay after the County Commission Tourism committee meeting.  It is a nice little song.

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Last time we approached the Mart’s Field campsite from Spicewood Trail.  So this weekend we made the ascent of Chimney Tops, which is the most precipitous in the park.  You can see from the elevation profile I mapped via Strava.  If you haven’t used Strava, I highly suggest it. I was shown this app from a mountain biking friend and have been using it for the past year over at the Urban Wilderness.  When you pass someone, for instance on the trail, Strava will tell you who it is, provided they are on Strava.  It is a free app and calculates all manner of data.  Now that I am seeing its value in the backpacking world, it will have even more utility.  Probably not good GPS in the Smokies but Frozen Head is definitely in network.  Here is where you can download.  http://www.strava.com


They don’t call it Frozen Head for nothing.  We climbed right out of the visitors center and it was steep.



The scenery was beautiful and we passed but a few hikers.


The views, however, were incredible.  This is where they conduct the Barkley Marathon.  I can see why.


That is the top of our climb.  You probably noticed our ascent was 2575 feet in 5.1 miles.  I made it in two hours, 14 minutes.  There were steep sections.tn_P1060994

I was glad to see the back side of our old campsite, Mart’s Field.  Of course, Laurel and Longstreet had been there for 20 minutes.


Grady came strolling in a short time later.  He was cursing me for picking the hardest trail in Frozen Head.  He was reminded of why he hasn’t backpacked with me in a while, I’m sure.



We had the campsite to ourselves.  I am convinced there is zero backpacking pressure in Frozen Head.  Which is why we are battling them over their upcoming backpacking tax.  The Morgan County Commission has supported our efforts to propose legislation to the TN State Delegation asking them to halt all backcountry fees in the State of TN for good.  It is a long shot but we are trying to stop these egregious fees.  You pay taxes for use of this land, help the Southern Forest Watch stop the backpacker taxes.  www.southernforestwatch.org.  How can you assist?  For one, if you buy via amazon, please use this link.  .5% of your purchase will go to support our efforts to hold public lands managers accountable.




The weather was completely perfect.  No wind with which to contend this time.



There is plenty of dry wood at Mart’s Field.  I discovered that the Mart’s family lived there until the 70s and we gathered water from the actual site of their home.


Sunsets are clearly magnificent at Mart’s Field.


tn_P1070032 If you are one of those twisted scholars of Highlander Lore, you are familiar with the Pink Fleece.  The Pink Fleece was an adornment reserved for Highlanders who exhibited extreme cowardice or un-manly attributes.  Over the years, several backpackers were required to wear the pink fleece.  One backpacker threw it into the fire after being forced to wear it and it was retired.  Now we resurrected that garment for Longstreet, the shivering dog.  I used to hike with a lot of shivering dogs.


tn_P1070051 On Sunday morning, or as Kristofferson calls it, “Sunday morning coming down.”  Here is what that looked like.

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Sunday mornings stats were, 4.4 miles in one hour, 40 minutes.  Not bad for a bunch of old men and young women.

tn_P1070053  Grady killed it off the couch.  Another outstanding weekend.

Now for a bit of update on Spring events.  Many have been asking about my next climb, as there usually is one.  Well, believe it or not, there isn’t.  In a week and a half, Laurel and I are flying to Paris, then heading down to the French Alps for a week of skiing in Chamonix.  That will be my Spring climb.  We got great deals on airfare, $550 r/t out of Knoxville.  So we had to do it.  However, my climbing mate from Cho Oyu last year and Mustagh Ata in 2011, Andrea Rigotti, is leaving for Everest in a week.  He has been training for years to climb his dream mountain and I am experiencing it vicariously through him.  I hope to post updates on his ascent here.  Andrea is an Uber fit dude.  He trains like an Olympian and will be more prepared to tackle Everest than anyone I know.  He will be using the logistics of Arnold Coster, my expedition leader on Muztagh Ata.  So stay tuned.  I hope folks are getting to enjoy this weather.


Here is a link for you bike enthusiasts.  https://www.bikemunk.com/cycling-software/

Ca$h’s Newest Fee Scheme “Eclipses” all Smokies Fee Schemes.

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Great Smoky Mountains News Release
Release Date: February 24, 2017
Contact:   Dana Soehn, Dana_Soehn@nps.gov, 865-436-1207
Jamie Sanders, Jamie_Sanders@nps.gov, 865-436-1203
Park Announces Solar Eclipse Event
Great Smoky Mountains National Park officials announced event plans for the Great American Total Eclipse occurring on Monday, August 21, 2017. The park is offering an opportunity to experience the total eclipse through a special, ticketed event at Clingmans Dome as well as informal eclipse viewing sites at Cades Cove and Oconaluftee. The park is partnering with NASA, Southwestern Community College, and the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians to provide a special program with featured speakers and storytellers that help explain the science and cultural connection to this unique natural event at Clingmans Dome.
At 6,643 feet in elevation, Clingmans Dome is the highest point in the park and offers the unique possibility of seeing the moon’s shadow approaching across the landscape. The area will be closed to all public vehicle traffic to better accommodate a safe, memorable experience for about 1,325 ticketed participants. The parking area will be converted into the special event site that will include a jumbotron screen for participating in a national NASA TV broadcast, telescopes, educational exhibits, and stage for special featured speakers.
“We are thrilled that the park lies within the narrow viewing band of this spectacular, natural phenomena,” said Deputy Superintendent Clay Jordan. “I have great memories of the time I experienced a partial solar eclipse as a child and I am thrilled to view my first total eclipse from the top of the Smokies in the company of a passionate group of visitors.”
Beginning on March 1, tickets will be available for purchase on a first come first serve basis through www.recreation.gov for $30.00 each. You must have a ticket to attend the event at Clingmans Dome. Participants will be shuttled to the site from Gatlinburg, TN and Cherokee, NC by coach bus. The Clingmans Dome tower itself will be reserved for the media and live broadcasting teams to share the experience with the widest audience possible. Special presentations and activities will take place during the approximately three-hour period in the afternoon when the sun will be partially and, for a brief time, totally obscured by the moon.
With a full schedule of entertaining and educational programs, park rangers and partners are working together to provide a worthwhile experience, even if the sun is obscured by clouds on the day of the event. While a unique experience, the Clingmans Dome location does present logistical challenges that visitors must consider before making a reservation. Due to its remote outdoor location, an inflexible transportation schedule, and limited service facilities on site, interested visitors should closely review event details and consider which of the park opportunities, among many other planned eclipse events in surrounding communities, would best fit each personal situation. Visitors should also note that park roads, including Newfound Gap Road, may close on the day of the event depending on traffic congestion. For more information about the solar eclipse events, please call the information line at 865-436-1585 or visit the park website athttps://www.nps.gov/grsm/planyourvisit/2017-solar-eclipse.htm.

Old Settlers, yet again Feb 17-19

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Yes, we went back for two nights, Friday and Saturday.  I finished the long part of that section along with Myers and Rob. Those were needed second lap miles for me and first lap for Rob.

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tn_Feb 20 2017 188 (2) We walked the 11.6 from camp out to Maddron.  Then Laurel and Terry picked us up and shuttled us back around to the manway.

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tn_Feb 20 2017 151 (2) Rob has a new pack.

tn_IMG_3823 Myers did all these photos.  Then he got a nasty stomach bug, and transferred it to Rob.


Below is a summary of our mtg with Morgan Co.  The SFW is proud to fight fees in the state of TN.



By Joe King

Visitors to Morgan County asked the commission for their support in opposition to a proposed fee at Frozen Head State Park, and they got it.

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Morgan County Tourist Scott Noethen of Knoxville makes his opposition to the fee known to the county commission.

During Monday’s County Commission meeting several residents from nearby counties spoke out about a $10 per person proposed backpacking fee at Frozen Head State Park.

“If they want to charge for back-packing I won’t come back; I wouldn’t pay it on principal,” said John Quillen, an avid hiker and frequent Morgan County visitor.

Quillen and others opposed to the fee see it as an unjustified charge since state parks are public land and funded through tax dollars.

“The whole idea of double taxation and the amount of money that would be spent to enforce all of these fees, makes me think that it would be advantageous to put your resources toward something that would encourage people to visit rather than deter them,” added another Morgan County hiker, Scott Noethen, of Knoxville.

Noethen said if the fee were implemented he would bypass any Frozen Head trips and use Big South Fork instead. Quillen added that when he comes to hike he often spends money locally on food, gas and other supplies, which would be money lost to the county.

The Commission heard their visitors’ concerns and took action. The Commission agreed to write a resolution stating its official opposition to the fee and vote on it next month. The Commission then decided to vote to let their opposition of the fee be known prior to the next meeting, as to accelerate any impact the local government body may have in stopping the fee.

“I think the fee is going to hurt Morgan County,” said Morgan County Commissioner Jerry Zorsch, who heads the tourism committee. “It will be another thing to make the park difficult to access, especially for young people. I think it’s going to hurt us overall.”

Morgan County Commissioner David Hennessee, who is involved in many local nature-preservation groups, agrees the fee is a bad idea for Morgan County.

“I don’t think you should charge any fees at Frozen Head,’ Hennessee said. “It would decrease our tourism, and we need to increase our tourism. I don’t think you’ll find anybody in Morgan County that would favor this fee.”

The response from the Commission encouraged visitors, who said they would no longer travel to Frozen Head if the fee takes hold.

“I’m thrilled that the commission was on board,” said Loral Dunn of Knoxville. “They seem to have the same stand that we are getting taxed twice. It’s our land. As taxpayers, it is public land. I was very excited to see the enthusiasm they had against the fee.”

Quillin, who said he has been fighting fees in parks for years, said he’s not sure what impact the commission can have, but hopes that others will make their opposition to the fee known by contacting their local representatives.

“This very much impacts Morgan County economically,” Quillin said. “I think the state would be remised not to incorporate comments from the local political body. The only people who support this fee are the bureaucrats who will get paid as a result of it.”

Morgan County Executive Don Edwards said he agreed with the commission and opposes the fee, as he believes it will negatively impact visitation to the park.

A representative from the park did not return a Tuesday morning call for comment about the fee prior to the Tuesday afternoon press time.

Freezing Frozen Head’s Backcountry Tax

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Last night I was proud to stand with fellow SFW members, Myers Morton, Gregg Bostick, Laurel Dunn and Scott Noethen as we presented our concerns about the Frozen Head Backcountry Fee set to implement April 1 before the Morgan County Commission meeting. Morgan County citizens can be proud of their elected representatives as they made a strong statement condemning the fee by means of a resolution and resolved to approach the State delegation in hopes of getting it stopped permanently.

Apparently Frozen Head had tried to sneak these fees in before in the form of an entrance tax. So we had an audience primed. It was a great success for public lands users but the fight isn’t over. Frozen Head will buck them tooth and nail. Keep up your pressure on your state senators/legislators. I have asked my rep, Becky Massey to consider legislation to stop this trend of backcountry fees through the legislature.

Unless you are ready to see these fees in YOUR state park, I suggest you contact your representative as well. The iron is hot. Frozen Head was looking at 10 bucks per person. That’s $40 for a family of four FOR ONE NIGHT! Do you think that families will spend that to sleep on unimproved ground? Of course they won’t. Two nights is $80. They will simply go to Dollywood. Remember, YOUR taxes paid for this land. YOur taxes pay the salaries of these FEE drunks public lands managers. And YOUR taxes give them the power to do so. Take back public lands and help us keep them in public hands. Don’t know your legislator? Find it HERE      “http://www.capitol.tn.gov/legislators/”>