On Thursday, March 12th I wanted to climb a mountain named Charquini. It's almost 5400meters/17,700ft high. Like one week before, I drove to La Cumbre Pass, but it was snowing really hard. I had to stop driving for 10 minutes because I couldn't see anything. It was still dark, too. My plan was to follow the small dirt road that went higher than the pass, and closer to the mountain I was going to climb. I did that and it was the bumpiest drive ever. However, I was not able to drive as far as I wanted to, because when the path got steeper I kinda got stuck in the snow. I knew it would melt by the time I'd be back so I was not worried and started the walk. I moved really quickly for a little over an hour, going past the mountain I had climbed the week before. This time it was not completely cloudy or foggy, so I was able to see the mountains. I saw that there had been an avalanche very recently, most likely that morning:
Just like my last climb, I didn't have a very good idea of what it was going to be like, but I "knew" the mountain Charquini would have an easy glacier route and a more difficult and steeper route. I figured that the avalanche had happened on a quite similar, steep slope that I was going to climb. I also thought I wouldn't want to climb the easy route, so I decided not to climb that day. Maybe I would not have died, but anyway it looked like the probability of an avalanche was higher than most days because of the snow storm that morning. So instead, I got in a 3.5 hour trek at a decent heart rate, reaching over 5000 meters. After that, I put on my running shoes and did a 30 minute run at 4650 meters/15,250ft.
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