![]() ![]() The summit gave me an unobstructed 360-degree view of creation. ![]() If I did, it vanished as soon as I glanced around. I don’t remember if I felt any joy or sense of achievement in that moment. It dawned on me slowly that there was no more mountain above me. After so many false summits, I had learned to keep my hopes in check, but this time, as I climbed over the ridge’s edge, the slope fell away flat and I found myself standing on a gloomy hump of rock and wind-scoured snow. Sometime in late morning I spotted blue sky above a ridgeline and worked my way toward it. It was an agonizing process, inching up the mountain that way, and the hours passed slowly. ![]() Written thirty years after the 1972 plane crash of his Uruguayan rugby team and the 72-day tragic aftermath amongst the highest peaks of Argentina, Nando describes the moment he reaches the first summit, which took four days to climb: Here is an excerpt from Nando Parrado’s book, Miracle in the Andes, a first-person account of true human desperation, elation, survival, grief, and love. ![]()
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