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Turning a disaster into a novel

Everyone I talked to, including the guy bagging my groceries, had trudged up Mount Whitney in the Sierra Nevada. At 14,491 ft., it’s the highest peak in the contiguous U. S. with well-marked routes, all of which have been tramped by various outdoor enthusiasts.

What made my attempt unique was the all-or-nothing, one-day, 22-mile round-trip attack. According to my scribbled calculations, our group would be in the oxygen-deprived altitude from 16-18 hours. A little voice in my head asked, “Are out of your mind?” Another one, the louder, stupider one, said, “Sounds like a great story. Go for it!” (True story)

So what made the Whitney hike unusual? Well, what started out as a simple travel article ended up morphing into a 200-hundred page adventure novel, DEATH MOUNTAIN,published by Peachtree Publishers. Alas, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Halfway up a thigh-screaming switchback, we were passed by a cowboy on a horse, pulling a loaded pack mule. Slowly, it began to drizzle . . . . What relief. Then rain. I put my camera and notepad away. Next came hail. Not the pea-size variety. Ice the size of kiwi, beating on us like balpeen hammers That’s when it hit -- a deadly electrical storm.

As lightning flashed, I ducked inside my rain slicker, thinking, This is gonna be one cool adventure story!

Then I watched the horse and mule as they stumbled and dropped to the ground. The cowboy began screaming, “Somebody help me!”

While rushing toward him, I saw one of my friends face-down in a flood of mud. Another woman had gotten to her first, digging muck from her mouth so she wouldn’t choke.

Even in the downpour, I saw smoke rising from her body. I could smell her burning hair. Two other women wobbled nearby in a stupefied daze.

The cowboy kept screaming.

The storm raged on.

Fast Forward: Three women were airlifted off the mountain by helicopter, flown to a nearby hospital, examined, and released. The cowboy, trapped beneath his dead horse, only sustained a few bruises. Amazing, but true.
A good adventure story for a magazine? You bet. It could go in several directions, “How I Survived My Summer Vacation” (first-person story with colorful anecdotes). But I felt there was more here.

That’s when I began asking myself, What if? What if there were a couple of teenagers on the mountain during the storm? What if they panicked and ran the wrong way? What if they became separated from their group? What if they were hopelessly lost? Without food?

Asking myself What if? is how I begin to shape a true-life event into a story.

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