Dawn began to glow on the horizon as Andrew Towne slowly climbed the last 20 feet to stand, literally, at the top of the world.
That moment, at the summit of Mount Everest, 29,029 feet, came at 4:35 a.m. Thursday. It lasted just 15 minutes, time for a few breaths and a few photos, before Towne and his sherpa began the treacherous 8,000-foot descent to a place they could finally rest.
By Sunday afternoon, Towne, 35, of Minneapolis, already was back in Washington, D.C., for the annual meeting of Youth for Understanding (YFU), a group that first inspired him to travel and explore when he was in high school in Grand Forks, N.D.
The Everest summit was the culmination of a quest to climb the tallest mountain on each of the seven continents.
Towne recounted his seven weeks on the mountain in a series of blogs on the YFU website and in a phone interview on Sunday:
"By the time the summit loomed in front of me, I really didn't care about anything other than getting to a place where I could take a nap without dying," Towne wrote. "I absent-mindedly continued putting one foot in front of the other until I was standing on top. I no longer cared about food or water. … I was thinking only about my fingers and toes (and making sure I could feel them) and on the focus I would need to descend safely."
There was no rush of adrenaline, no immediate sense of elation at the summit, Towne said Sunday. There was only exhaustion and struggling to breathe. It was only later, at lower altitudes, that he realized it wasn't exhaustion but hypoxia from a lack of oxygen.
"We wish we had taken more photos, but at the time photos were the last thing you're thinking about," he said.