035- Action -Berry Kroeger

Tired from a strenuous weekend? Spring fever give you the wanderlust? Want to get away from it all? We offer you escape! You are hanging by your fingertips on the sheer face of a nice cliff.

So spend a thousand feet above instant death with your strength running out. And with no chance for escape. Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight, we escaped to the cold loneliness of a glacier high in the Swiss Alps, and to a man who learned much about death, as told in CE Montague's grim story, action, I am the Swiss Alps, well above 12,000 feet.

A man clings with desperation to the frozen glass wall of the shaliok glacier, Hands and feet jammed into shallow steps, chopped an iron hard ice. A cold wind drives a spray of dusty sleet along the overhanging wall, and the sun has fallen away among the crags to the west.

Darkness lies one hour ahead. The man has climbed with painful care of thousand feet up the glacier's face from the broken moraine at the foot, and is moved now under the underside of a great bulge in the ice.

A part of the wall which breaks out beyond the perpendicular, and the man is forced to hang from slots cut by his axe much as a sloth hangs from a tree branch. Twelve more feet lie between him and the brow of the overhang.

Six more steps to be chopped out with the axe, and a thousand feet devoid space waits beneath him. A man is unable to lift his heavy axe for even one more stroke. He's tired, and he's 52 years old.