With our turmoil of changing feelings, we work our way meticulously from Camp 1 in Reineh, a small village at the foot of Damavand, to Camp 2 at 3,020 meters (9,908 ft). Always at our side is the small camera team that accompanies us along the entire journey. The weather continues to create huge worries for us.
Most of our acclimatization time is spent in a small hut at 4,200 meters (13,189 ft). From there, I start the tour up to 5,100 meters (16,732 ft) to get a feeling for our route choice. In general there is very little snow. I finally get to step into the touring skis at 3,800 meters (12,467 ft), which hinders the entire undertaking. I only make tedious progress in the thick fog. My moral is thus also in the dumps, and I have to constantly overcome doubts about the feasibility of our project. The small hut contributed its part too. Nights are icy cold. The moisture creeps unpleasantly through our clothes and sleeping bags. The small gas stove only gives off a little warmth, but nevertheless stinks like the exhaust pipe of an old Unimog.