Still jet-lagged, but I returned from climbing in Tibet a few days ago. The bad news is that I was unable to reach Cho Oyu's summit at 8200m on my second attempt. The good news is that I still have all my fingers and toes, and feel really good about the effort. The other good news (VC content) is that a Gen I Overseas was on my wrist the entire time on the mountain and it performed flawlessly .
Long story short, we sat out bad weather for 15 days at 5700m and eventually were presented with a 3-day window of clear skies. This allowed us one good push up the mountain. Alas, the schedule was too much and, at 7000m, I had to turn around when out of water, out of daylight, and out of steam . Just two of us from a team of eight were left still making progress and it was a difficult but inevitable choice.
We had a great team and our support was first class, including Sherpas and the camp cook. Our travels through Nepal and Tibet formed memorable book-ends to the climb, although everyone got sick from tainted food served at "restaurants" along the way.
Here is a view across the Tibetan plain; Cho Oyu in the center and Everest on the left, just 30 km apart.
Our 5700m camp was comfortable and well equipped, including a shower tent at lower left.
6400m camp was a bit more spartan. One had to be careful going to the toilet at night; sheer drop on one side and bottomless crevasse on the other! 7200m Camp was within reach on Day 2 but the question to be answered first was, "Can I make it back down safely?" The choice was made easier when one of our Sherpas briefly disconnected from the rope and lost this footing. I was just able to grab his jacket as he shot between my legs! Time to go down.
Good to be home .