In reply to jcw:
I've always thought the same regarding 'being lucky' from time to time.
The only reason I survived that last night on the Eiger, was that at some point during the night, the storm broke - if it had carried on raging, I would certainly have perished.
It's funny, I remember waking up in the early hours of the morning, and every thing was still. The last four days, the noise had been bedlam - you know that sound an alpine storm makes, well it's worse on the Eiger, avalanches, stonefall, and because of the concave nature of the face, the wind whips everything round, it's like being in a washing machine with a freight train carrying ball bearings - but now everything was quiet, and there was a cloud inversion below us.
By this stage, as well as everything else, I was undoubtedly in the advance stage of hypothermia, and no longer felt either cold or pain - it was a bit like that feeling you get after a particularly good spliff. However, my first thought was 'Oh, I'm dead, and this must be heaven'. I thought any minute now, St Peter accompanied by family and friends will come and greet me.
Then as I looked around, I realised I was still on a ledge about a ropes length above the Difficult Crack. But I still thought I was dead, only I'd gone to hell (quite plausable) and that hell was obviously spending eternity on a ledge on the Eiger NF.
It was only when my partner suddenly yelled 'Yes, I knew I had a couple of those in here somewhere', and handed me an amphetamine tab, that I realised we'd survived.
"We'll have a brew, and then we'll be off this f*cker in a couple of hours" he smiled through blistered and cracked lips, the side of his face covered in blood where a stone had smashed his helmet the previous day.
With the help of my partner - I would never have survived without him, he was the hero of many hours during those 3 days - a brew and the amphetamine tab, we did in fact make it down about three hours later.