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The Good Life by Ben Seymour |
The idea for The Good Life came from an old couple who lived down the road from my wife and me in Saint Mary’s, Alaska. We had only lived in St. Mary’s for a year, but knew that though the couple was bent and elderly, they were famous for still taking excursions by snowmachine and four-wheeler out onto the land. The old man was a member of the Kazevnikov Family; no one presently living in St. Mary’s—even the eldest elder—could remember a time when the Kazevnikovs were not in the village. The Kazevnikov home was typical of what one often finds in the village—the yard was strewn with disused machines, pieces of metal, plastic buckets, discarded fuel canisters, sleds both broken and new, all that made it look to untranedWestern eyes like the location of a makeshift dump. However, to the owner of such treasures all this signified wealth. I had always been interested in the house and this couples’ lives, though I had never had interaction with them beyond a brief wave or nod. Their house had an energy about it, to me even more so than other homes in town. Often, they had bright laundry flapping in the breeze, contrasted with the angular buildings and dark black and white spruce as a backdrop to the scene. One day I was walking by the house; down the steps came the old man. He was “going out into the country” coming down the steps in his stooped way, struggling with a tote full of gear that he would need for the day’s adventures. His wife wasn’t with him. He was going out alone. This singular incident is what put The Good Life into motion. (Hit read more!) |
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May 28, 1953 British Colonel John Hunt, leader of the expedition, chooses two Brits out of his team to leave the South Col where they are encamped at 25,940 feet elevation and make a bid for the summit. The prize; to be the first to climb the world’s tallest mountain, Mt Everest at 29,035 feet. But hours later, intimidated by a razor-like ridge, they return to camp. The next day, Colonel Hunt turns to his back-up plan – a beekeeper from New Zealand and a local Sherpa guide. Probably the strongest of the group yes, but not Hunt’s ideal plan. It would be far better for British nationals to bag the summit. After all, the world was watching. The beekeeper, Edmund Hillary, and Sherpa Tenzing Norgay now had their turn.  World War II had ravaged Great Britain, tumbling the great empire from her long-held position of world power and influence. She could no longer maintain her colonies. The country was poor, relying upon loans from the U.S. (which they paid off in February 2007) to finance her slow reconstruction. Cripe. Groveling before one her old colonies.
One bright spot had been the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II a year before for maybe a new Queen meant better times ahead. It might have only been a straw to grasp, but even a small hope is still hope. The Brits needed this mountain – this heroic achievement. And ironically, it now rested upon the shoulders of two men who were, well, not Brits. And one of them was a beekeeper (a beekeeper!). Hillary and Norgay had set out in middle-of-the-night darkness and had been gone much longer than the Brits of the day prior. No doubt Colonel Hunt wondered if like George Mallory (“Because it’s there.”) and Sandy Irving of 30 years before, Hillary and Norgay had disappeared never to be heard from again. |
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