“The Sherpa screamed and, waving his arms, disappeared in a snow cloud. I grabbed the handle of the ice ax, but the ice block broke it. The snow covered everything—hissing, icy. I was suddenly carried out into the sidelines. Just don't get sucked in! I pushed off, raked with my arms and legs, slid, peeling off my face and arms, and white streams flew around with hissing and whistling, as if I had fallen into a boiling cauldron...”