Aconcagua Expedition: Wedel & Establish Their Estate at Camp 1
Dearest Gentle Reader,
As February marches forward on Aconcagua, many of us are left wondering: who will be this season’s diamond?
Perhaps the honor goes to our esteemed mountain guides, Duchess Wedel and the Viscount, Leandro. This author stood amazed at the rapid and seemingly flawless execution of logistics this morning, as they sorted, weighed, divvyed and divinated, all in service of our move to Camp 1. The Viscount in particular turned heads when he produced, somehow, two rounds of delicious hamburgers for dinner at 16,400 feet.
Or perhaps this season’s incomparable is Cuca and her indefatigable base camp court. The Ton left camp this morning bellies full and spirits high, in no small part thanks to their industrious efforts hosting us for five restorative days at Base Camp.
Perhaps it is not one diamond her majesty selects this season, but rather six. The whole Ton huffed and puffed for hours today, carrying loads to our newly appointed estates at Camp 1. Many a bead of sweat fell beneath an azure, cloudless sky and a relentless Sun more overbearing than the mother of any eligible lady in her debut season.
This author suspects the season’s true diamond, as in all climbing seasons, is indeed Her Majesty herself: Aconcagua! But will our climbers reach the capricious perch of her much sought after summit? Each season many claim her crown while many others return to greener pastures humbled by her many challenges.
And so the Ton proceeds to the upper mountain, in pursuit of her favour. Marching upward and onward, eager to climb ever-higher in elevation, if not in her esteem. But challenges enumerable await them as they leave behind the comforts of base camp. Will the Ton’s thus-far tireless bonhomie survive the indignities of high camp and strong winds? I suspect, dear reader, that only time will tell.
— Yours as always, Lady Whistledown
PC: Jess Wedel
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Dear Lady Whistledown- while we gentle readers at home can only imagine the chill of the wind and the heat of the sun, we thrill at the true start of this journey, ascending slowly, surely, and yet ever circling towards our Majesty. This breathless reader waits with giddy anticipation at the trickle of reports coming in from our highest Lady-of-Gossip. We cannot wait to catch up at the modist upon your return for more! Your gentlest reader, Erika
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