Reading task 3
Reading task: gapped text 3
For questions 1-7, choose which of the paragraphs A-H fit into the numbered gaps in the
following magazine article. There is one extra paragraph which does not fit in any of the gaps.
Mountain Challenge
When the Army asked him to go on a climbing mission, Alex Wade said 'Yes, sir!'
I was managing the mountain climb fairly well until we got to the crevasse - a two-metre wide crack in the ice. 'What do I do with my ice axe?' I yelled. 'Don't worry about it: the leader of the expedition, Mark Smyth, shouted back at me. 'Just jump.' I obeyed but with the knowledge that a tumble on the other, lower, side would result in an express ride to the perilous glacier below. I just about made it. For an average climber like myself, this seemed more like a military operation!
1.
I had met Mark a year previously on a climb in Russia. He had dropped me a line: 'I'm climbing Mont Blanc in June. Interested?' I'd had a rough time there on a previous attempt, failing to reach the summit because of altitude sickness. Here was a chance to try again with a serious mountaineer. But still, this was a full military expedition, so, technically, I wouldn't be his responsibility. If I climbed with them, would I be OK? 'Put it this way, I'm not going to let you fall off,’ he said.
2.
As Mark put it, 'Climbing Mont Blanc from this approach is not technically difficult but is never to be underestimated. The weather can change in minutes, and freezing temperatures and 120kph winds are common. At over 5,000 metres, these extreme conditions test the endurance limit of all but the hardiest of mountaineers.'
3.
Looks can be deceptive. After a few days' walking to acclimatize to the altitude I was exhausted. Come the climb itself, we camped on the Col du Midi (3,542 metres), having hiked down the exposed ridge from the cable car station. Everyone was coping fine with the altitude, and the warm sunlight made Mont Blanc seem harmless. Around 3 am the next morning we began the long slog up Tacul. From the shoulder of Tacul we had a perfect view of the route across the Col du Mont Maudit. It was on the Col that I had turned back two years ago.
4.
Even digging snow pits for the tents was a real struggle. Teams of two or three dug holes, got their tents up and got warm. On my own, I was the first to start digging and the last to finish. No one said much, too exhausted to waste energy on speech.
5.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The descent made everything that had gone before seem easy. After eventually negotiating the crevasses, we staggered down to just above the glacier - all that lay between us and safety. The ice on the glacier would be unstable, but there was a chance we would make it. Then a lump of ice the size of a house crashed to pieces right on our prospective path.
6.
Sure enough, as I forced my legs to go down the agonizingly steep slope, I slipped. Though I managed to slam my axe into the ice, I committed the worst crime of failing to secure my feet before I stood up. I slid further down, ice axe stuck in the snow above me, into the next man on the rope. Fortunately neither of us slid any further.
7.
We had done it. We had climbed Mont Blanc the hard way. Some of the soldiers were muttering that the glacier was the scariest they'd ever experienced. No one looked keen to take up mountaineering on a regular basis. For Mark, though, this was routine. 'The aim of the expedition was achieved,’ he said. 'Now they know what it's like to be on a mountain.'
A This time it seemed I was having better luck and the climb went well save for the near-vertical ice wall which stood before our next brief stop on the Col de la Brenva. We laboured up the wall and I could scarcely stand by the time we came to camp. By this stage, though, everyone was suffering and slowing down.
B It looked like the decision had been made for us. There was no choice but to trudge back up the mountain and spend the night at the Grands Mulets refuge. Next morning we headed off to re-attempt our glacier crossing. But it only takes a moment to make a mistake, and they usually happen when you're tired.
C I wasn't the only one! Our destination seemed no nearer although we'd been on the move for hours, and so far, we'd all managed to maintain a reasonable pace. But at this point, we could hardly turn around and head back. And more than this, I didn't want to let Mark down.
D Despite that welcome reassurance, I wondered whether I could keep up with the other, very fit expedition members. I didn't feel too optimistic when I learned of the route - 'The Grand Traverse' - which takes in two other mountains, Mont Blanc du Tacul and Mont Maudit, and is often done in a day starting from the Aiguille de Midi cable car station. We would be carrying full rucksacks with food and equipment for three days.
E After another early start in temperatures of around -20, we finally made it to the summit. The wind was now roaring and I could barely see the peaks of the mountains around us. It was a long way to come for such a poor view but at least the worst was over.
F To add to my apprehension, it was this same route that had beaten me the last time around. But after two months of frantic aerobic training since Mark's invitation, there I was, with the army in Chamonix. They seemed a decent bunch, and didn't appear too fit.
G Despite my humiliation and exhaustion, I went on with the rest and I found some extra energy to move quickly when I felt the ice shudder beneath us. Eventually, thanks to superb route¬finding by Mark and despite many further stumbles, we made it over the ice to the cable car.
H But that, however, was exactly what it was. I was the 13th man on an army expedition to climb Mont Blanc. As Mark said, 'The aim is to put the soldiers into a challenging environment in order to develop the qualities of team spirit and self-confidence.' A good aim, yes, but the difference between them and me is that I was the sole civilian.
When the Army asked him to go on a climbing mission, Alex Wade said 'Yes, sir!'
I was managing the mountain climb fairly well until we got to the crevasse - a two-metre wide crack in the ice. 'What do I do with my ice axe?' I yelled. 'Don't worry about it: the leader of the expedition, Mark Smyth, shouted back at me. 'Just jump.' I obeyed but with the knowledge that a tumble on the other, lower, side would result in an express ride to the perilous glacier below. I just about made it. For an average climber like myself, this seemed more like a military operation!
1.
I had met Mark a year previously on a climb in Russia. He had dropped me a line: 'I'm climbing Mont Blanc in June. Interested?' I'd had a rough time there on a previous attempt, failing to reach the summit because of altitude sickness. Here was a chance to try again with a serious mountaineer. But still, this was a full military expedition, so, technically, I wouldn't be his responsibility. If I climbed with them, would I be OK? 'Put it this way, I'm not going to let you fall off,’ he said.
2.
As Mark put it, 'Climbing Mont Blanc from this approach is not technically difficult but is never to be underestimated. The weather can change in minutes, and freezing temperatures and 120kph winds are common. At over 5,000 metres, these extreme conditions test the endurance limit of all but the hardiest of mountaineers.'
3.
Looks can be deceptive. After a few days' walking to acclimatize to the altitude I was exhausted. Come the climb itself, we camped on the Col du Midi (3,542 metres), having hiked down the exposed ridge from the cable car station. Everyone was coping fine with the altitude, and the warm sunlight made Mont Blanc seem harmless. Around 3 am the next morning we began the long slog up Tacul. From the shoulder of Tacul we had a perfect view of the route across the Col du Mont Maudit. It was on the Col that I had turned back two years ago.
4.
Even digging snow pits for the tents was a real struggle. Teams of two or three dug holes, got their tents up and got warm. On my own, I was the first to start digging and the last to finish. No one said much, too exhausted to waste energy on speech.
5.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The descent made everything that had gone before seem easy. After eventually negotiating the crevasses, we staggered down to just above the glacier - all that lay between us and safety. The ice on the glacier would be unstable, but there was a chance we would make it. Then a lump of ice the size of a house crashed to pieces right on our prospective path.
6.
Sure enough, as I forced my legs to go down the agonizingly steep slope, I slipped. Though I managed to slam my axe into the ice, I committed the worst crime of failing to secure my feet before I stood up. I slid further down, ice axe stuck in the snow above me, into the next man on the rope. Fortunately neither of us slid any further.
7.
We had done it. We had climbed Mont Blanc the hard way. Some of the soldiers were muttering that the glacier was the scariest they'd ever experienced. No one looked keen to take up mountaineering on a regular basis. For Mark, though, this was routine. 'The aim of the expedition was achieved,’ he said. 'Now they know what it's like to be on a mountain.'
A This time it seemed I was having better luck and the climb went well save for the near-vertical ice wall which stood before our next brief stop on the Col de la Brenva. We laboured up the wall and I could scarcely stand by the time we came to camp. By this stage, though, everyone was suffering and slowing down.
B It looked like the decision had been made for us. There was no choice but to trudge back up the mountain and spend the night at the Grands Mulets refuge. Next morning we headed off to re-attempt our glacier crossing. But it only takes a moment to make a mistake, and they usually happen when you're tired.
C I wasn't the only one! Our destination seemed no nearer although we'd been on the move for hours, and so far, we'd all managed to maintain a reasonable pace. But at this point, we could hardly turn around and head back. And more than this, I didn't want to let Mark down.
D Despite that welcome reassurance, I wondered whether I could keep up with the other, very fit expedition members. I didn't feel too optimistic when I learned of the route - 'The Grand Traverse' - which takes in two other mountains, Mont Blanc du Tacul and Mont Maudit, and is often done in a day starting from the Aiguille de Midi cable car station. We would be carrying full rucksacks with food and equipment for three days.
E After another early start in temperatures of around -20, we finally made it to the summit. The wind was now roaring and I could barely see the peaks of the mountains around us. It was a long way to come for such a poor view but at least the worst was over.
F To add to my apprehension, it was this same route that had beaten me the last time around. But after two months of frantic aerobic training since Mark's invitation, there I was, with the army in Chamonix. They seemed a decent bunch, and didn't appear too fit.
G Despite my humiliation and exhaustion, I went on with the rest and I found some extra energy to move quickly when I felt the ice shudder beneath us. Eventually, thanks to superb route¬finding by Mark and despite many further stumbles, we made it over the ice to the cable car.
H But that, however, was exactly what it was. I was the 13th man on an army expedition to climb Mont Blanc. As Mark said, 'The aim is to put the soldiers into a challenging environment in order to develop the qualities of team spirit and self-confidence.' A good aim, yes, but the difference between them and me is that I was the sole civilian.