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). Our small camera team continues to keep up with us along the entire journey, but 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 my touring skis at 3,800 meters (12,467 ft), which hinders the entire undertaking. I only make tedious progress as the fog is thick, and my morals are in the dumps. I have to constantly overcome doubts about the feasibility of our project. In addition to the unpredictable weather, the small hut has contributed to the endless difficulties we are enduring. The nights are ice cold and moisture creeps unpleasantly through our clothes and sleeping bags all night long. The small gas stove only gives off a little warmth, but nevertheless stinks like the exhaust pipe of an old Unimog.