The day I met a Yeti
I was climbing in the Upper Reaches of the Himalayas, when I was separated from my companions by a rope that had sheared by chafing on a sharp rock. I was hopelessly lost and a snowstorm had just begun. Another addition to my problems.
I trudged on remorselessly, there was nothing else I could do. if I was to survive I needed to find shelter of some kind, either that or perish in the storm. I turned a corner and came face to face with a furry creature that must have been at least six foot six tall, I’m not small but it towered over me. it was covered head to foot in white fur, could this be the fabled Yeti.
The strange thing was, I didn’t feel at all threatened by it’s presence, the creature moved it’s mouth which I took to resemble a smile. I looked into it’s eyes and they seemed to be looking at me in a kindly manner. It seemed to mean me no harm.
The creature lifted me gently in to it’s arms and carried me like a child. I must have fallen asleep with exhaustion. When I awoke I was in a bed in the Infirmary at our Base camp. I hadn’t a clue as to how I had got there, I was told I had wandered in during the night, somewhat the worse for wear.
I never mentioned the Yeti, who had without a doubt saved my life. They would have just said I was delirious, the cold had gotten to me. But he or she was real and to them I owe my life, so it is probably best to leave them in peace, so that they too may survive!
(c) Damian Grange 2017