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+title: '@drawohara'

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+👋 --
+
+> _in a hurry?_
+
+see what i am doing 👉 [now](/now) 👈
+
+> _otherwise_
+
+ **welcome to my** 🛖️, please make yourself at ome.
+
+here, you will find a [lotta code](/nerd), a little [narcissism](/about).
+
+and some bad [writing](/io).
+
+i'd love to [hear from you](/contact).

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+title: 'jess'
+og:
+  image:
+    url: ./assets/og.jpg
+  title: jess
+  description: |-
+    she is my favorite

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+i met jess at [jacumba hot springs](https://maps.app.goo.gl/Q8hzaHeMJqwXhTmi8).
+
+i'd been riding my bike from the mexican border, to alaska.

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+title: '@drawohara'

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+- working on a product that brings millions of real social conversations to
+  bear on ai, i am calling it [disco](/disco). its mission, is to show how
+  people think and feel about questions, rather than simply answering them.
+  although it does that too, in thier own words.
+
+- my baby micro tiny universal coding/writing companion name `ima` is [live and under active development](/nerd/ima)
+
+- building an open-source and free to run ai agenic framework called
+  [`sunwukong`](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SxdENT1Qh4lzFxq2VlQtoNjcsF7sOnVKQtti2JNn048/edit?usp=sharing)
+  for the resistance.  it's dope and requires zero infrastructue to run.
+  well, nothing but github.  basic setup involves forking a repo, and
+  writing some destructions.  more soon...
+
+- quietly steathing the new steath agency which is [stealthy](https://mountainhigh.codes).
+
+- the [new nerd blog](/nerd) is starting to get more nerdy...
+
+- nursing some fairly complex injuries, the [result of a few stupid moves in alaska](https://photos.app.goo.gl/xbRt9Waj8583Bzvd7).
+
+- on a podcast talking about ^that, and the [future of society and ai recently](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRhCufU9epE)
+
+- [jess](/jess) and i are working likes sons-of-bitches to move out of [la](https://photos.app.goo.gl/Kjipk8eKT88CtSRSA).
+
+- [super digging this](https://youtu.be/VFEZOjtrwls?si=POEz_yU44DYrkH-l&t=48).

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+og:
+  image:
+    url: ./assets/og.jpg
+  title: Almost Died In An Ice Cave
+  description: |-
+    On April of 2024, I, along with 6 of my friends, dug for our lives to come out on the other side.

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+[tl;dr;](#tl;dr;)
+
+> in april, 2024, myself, and 6 brave men attempted to cross the harding
+> icefield.
+>
+> in celebration of [yule kilcher's 1968 crossing](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harding_Icefield#History)
+>
+> midway through our trip, at the point of no return, we were beseiged by a storm of storms.
+>
+> we dug shoulder to shoulder for 5 days before the air national gaurd crash
+> landed, and we crawled into the void on a one way journey to save each other's
+> lives at a bearing of 300, 900 meters away.
+>
+> these are my memories from that trip.
+>
+> they are not meant to be definiative or complete; merely a refelection on how
+> the experience sits in my mind.
+>
+> it took me a full year to be able to put pen to paper about this so, forgive
+> any tresspasses.
+>
+> it's strange how fungible time truly is.
+>
+> __a lifetime, a lifetime ago, just yesterday...__
+
+[p.s.s](#pss) -> [@gaz](https://www.instagram.com/gazleah/) is [making a film about this ↓↓↓↓](https://www.wellgoodproductions.com/)
+
+![](./assets/og.jpg)
+
+at this point, i was down to being able to remember
+
+> hail mary, full of grace
+
+and then nothing.
+
+the rest of the verses eluded me.
+
+as did my children's names.
+
+everything, was very, very far away.
+
+![](./assets/image1.png)
+
+suddenly there was gaz, pulling me out of a 10 feet deep hole in the snow.
+
+out of the darkness of the cave, into the pure white nothingness of the storm.
+wind screaming like a banshee.  it was so white, so loud. it hurt.  after
+nearly 5 days in that hole.
+
+i imagine this might be what it's like to be born.
+
+pulled from a dark place you cannot stay, into the brightness of a place you
+will surely die in.
+
+i was feeling slightly lackadaisical, not in a hurry, but i was still aware,
+in some capacity, that gaz seemed to be yelling:
+
+  **"go! go! go!"**
+
+i was having difficulty being excited about it.
+
+so. cold...
+
+above ground, it was time for one last push.
+
+not long before we'd made josh 'a last cup of coffee'.  he said it was the
+best he'd ever tasted.  he seemed to be the last one standing.
+
+![](./assets/image2.png)
+
+i think that was the point when we knew.
+
+we couldn't keep up -- we were going to be buried alive.
+
+they were not going to be able to reach us -- despite trying for days.
+
+probably before the next morning or, depending on the rage of the storm, in
+minutes.
+
+we'd radioed the rescue team, letting know we were tapping out.  we didn't
+want them trying to recover corpses.
+
+one more shot!  the radio said.  they were going to try one more time...
+
+at its peak, the storm pumped out snow like it was being blown out of a
+firehose.
+
+<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7N4briDDD7A?si=xYSyzpdnKlMvQNgC" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe>
+<br>
+
+some of us were lifelong alaskans.
+
+we grew up mountain running, backpacking, winter camping in freakishly bad
+weather.  i've read how to build a fire a hundred times.  as my dad taught me:
+**3**, not 2 ways to make a fire.  unless you have a death wish.
+
+of course, on a glacier there is no way to make a fire. nothing to burn.
+
+gaz trained special ops people in winter travel and was a guide in france for
+years. he is good at his job because he can film skiing switch.  he
+knows how to fly paragliders, scuba, climb. and he split his skull open in
+oman in a climbing fall. at that time, he was the only one of us to have been
+rescued by a military helicopter.
+
+he is also a bit of a nut.  i loved him 30 seconds after picking him up at
+the anchorage airport:
+<br>
+<br>
+[https://recorder.google.com/5ceeb9c2-22a7-47fe-a1e0-48654444fa1b](https://recorder.google.com/5ceeb9c2-22a7-47fe-a1e0-48654444fa1b).
+
+josh lives in a 12x8x15 cabin, built into the roots of hemlock trees on
+a steep hillside in seward, alaska. surrounded by moss and ice climbing. he
+doesn't have electricity, or running water.
+
+his days seem to be filled with a.m. radio, watching the weather, and looking at
+maps.
+
+he is always pointing.
+
+![](./assets/josh-pointing.jpg)
+
+levi, who has the strength of the Incredible Hulk, the heart of Shrek, the
+brain of Bernardo Kastrop and a gigantic Alaskan smile, had never seen it snow
+like this.
+
+![](./assets/image3.png)
+
+none of us had.
+
+it came down in sheets.  a strange combination of graupelly pellets surrounded
+by what seemed like grape sized slush balls surrounding them.
+
+later, in the chunnel, it would fill up as fast as you could move it.  working
+full tilt.  panting, wheezing, stumbling about with less than zero visibility.
+
+shovel full tilt for 10 minutes.  turn around to feel everything you'd just
+removed already returned.  racing for air.
+
+while digging, i often simply left my eyes closed to conserve energy, and hold
+onto to sanity.
+
+at the bottom, under the awning of skis we’d barely managed to retrieve on a
+recon mission, i would drop and take a knee.
+
+to say another ‘hail mary’.
+
+my grandma had told me, over and over and over again, that i would one day
+need it.
+
+she made me say it with her over and over.
+
+but this was the first time i’d felt i truly needed it.
+
+> axel, nova, axel, nova, axel...
+
+my kids' names.
+
+>
+> outside of right leg.<br>
+> __(axel)__<br>
+> towards right leg, swinging it out of the way.<br>
+> __(nova)__<br>
+> between the legs.<br>
+> __(axel)__<br>
+> towards the left leg swinging left foot out of way.<br>
+> __(nova)__<br>
+> outside of left foot.<br>
+> __(axel)__<br>
+>
+> __[[ reverse ]]__
+>
+> towards left leg, swinging it out of the way.<br>
+> __(nova)__<br>
+> between the legs.<br>
+> __(axel)__<br>
+> towards the right leg swinging right foot out of way.<br>
+> __(nova)__<br>
+> outside of left foot.<br>
+> __(axel)__<br>
+>
+
+digging truly was the best part. at least then, you were warm.
+
+and above ground.  breathing air.
+
+
+the chunnel had gotten so high and narrow only two men could work at a time.
+
+![](./assets/image4.png)
+
+i kinda figured that randy would go first.  at night i'd felt him, hands and
+knees, shivering...  but, the spring before, i'd seen him reveling in shit
+like this...
+
+![](./assets/image6.png)
+
+__maybe it would be ok?__
+
+he never seemed to stop laughing.  even when he was hypothermic. for days.
+
+<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/i8Se0WE77p4?si=DpOZCJZVI73P2gTK" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe>
+<br>
+
+on day 2, or 3, or 4 - i forget, levi woke up in a panic, realizing that the
+structure of our roof, the roof of our ‘backup backup backup’ cave, the one we
+weren’t supposed to need, wasn’t convex enough and that our breath was slowly
+melting it.
+
+thousands of pounds of wet, dense, snow was above us, and starting to drip and fall out in clumps.
+
+he stripped off his clothes and started chopping away at the ceiling. a sled
+brigrade to shuttle the snow, raining down everywhere on our gear.
+
+![](./assets/levi-rawr.png)
+
+
+when everything is soaking wet and freezing, it can easily take two people and
+30 to 45 minutes to simply execute a clothing change.  inside the cave, it's
+34 degrees and raining.  the second you are outside, everything freezes solid.
+once back inside, you get to reverse the process.
+
+<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/z-L13WwsBkg?si=-S3ikF9CzF-VTYMR" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe>
+<br>
+
+we used all our tricks.
+
+i remember a particular session.
+
+it was the first time i’d been able to perceive any atmospheric feature in
+days.
+
+not the moon, not sky, nor the massive bulk of the nunatak behind us.
+
+i leaned inside and said:
+
+> **i saw the moon!**
+
+no one moved.  maybe they didn't hear me?
+
+i went back outside to keep digging.
+
+----
+
+for levi and eivin, this trip was born onto them.  their grandfather yule was the first
+explorer to cross the ice sheet in 1968.  still boggles the mind, knowing what
+they did, back then, on that gear.
+
+![](./assets/image7.png)
+
+but for me, it was only 3 years in the making.
+
+---
+
+i’d met jess deep in the desert.  having gotten off crutches just a few weeks
+before.
+
+she sent me.  knowing before i did that i had to go.
+
+----
+
+then somehow she was there with me.  on the left side, in front.
+
+directly opposite the dark energy of the nunatak which i could barely see.
+could not see.  but could feel.
+
+the juxtaposition felt a little like a lightning bolt, piercing diagonally
+through my body but, at that moment, i knew i was ok to die.  i was seeing all
+of it, right now, or so i still feel.
+
+i think each of us felt it, in our own way.
+
+the idea of lying next to your best friends, exhausted, and falling asleep in
+total silence, buried together, seemed pretty ok.
+
+sure the fuck beats dying of cancer surrounded by beeping monitors and strangers.
+tv in the corner.  at least, from what i've seen.
+
+that’s what i’d felt in **that session**.
+
+----
+
+a few days ago, levi left a voice message in our group chat.  almost one year
+before the day.
+
+he reminded us that mike had woken us all up.  and that this small act had saved our lives.
+
+<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5V-cYzmAQ58?si=ZbUk9Y9X9D7TVVsp" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe>
+<br>
+
+there were 100s of such small acts over that week in the cave.
+
+mike is missing a finger.  a fisherman.  father.  carpenter.
+
+he built his own dome and gardens year round in a 20x40 hoop building in homer
+alaska.  he’s built like an ox.
+
+3 big ones: levi, josh, mike.  and 3 small ones.  ara, randy, gaz.
+
+eivin is the smart one.  he left on day 4, via ski plane.  before anyone knew
+what was up.   thankfully for us, because he and sarah held everything
+together for us later.
+
+i remeber mike reaching over the group to scratch my head when it was getting
+hard, face crushed into the ice wall.  randy shaking violently in between
+levi, and me.
+
+our sleeping bags were completely useless. only this tyvek bivy created enough
+warm, dry space to raise body temperature.
+
+levi and i have talked about next time.  no sleeping bags.  wool.  perhaps
+sealskin.  and sails, definitely bringing sails for the skis.  a sealskin sail
+would be very useful, and better in an ice cave than even tyvek.
+
+stuff made out of oil starts to feel just like what it is in situations like
+this.
+
+plastic.
+
+![](./assets/image8.png)
+
+these are the kinds of things only ‘alaska boys’ seem to appreciate.   you can
+tell them in any group of moutaineers - all thier shit is either 30 years old,
+homemade, or a piece of carbon a buddy just started manufacturing out of his
+bus.
+
+well, that, and some ozzy osbourne.
+
+mike also woke up screaming at one point - singing
+
+> [‘going off the rails in an icey c-avE! 🎵🤘🤘🤘’](https://open.spotify.com/track/7ACxUo21jtTHzy7ZEV56vU?si=f77d78dc3ea24ad2)
+
+
+around 3 in the morning on night 3.
+
+despite being too tired to laugh, it was at least as comforting to me as
+praying.
+
+on the helicopter i messaged jess. telling her that i’d felt her there, when i
+as utterly alone, and that i loved her.
+
+![](./assets/image9.png)
+
+i didn’t yet know that she’d tracked down sarah, josh’s sister, and known of
+the severity of our predicament for the past few days, during which she’d also
+been up all night praying.
+
+for all of us.
+
+who does that?  there is a reason i've been in los angeles for a year now.
+some gennies don't go back in the bottle.
+
+sarah had been instrumental in our rescue.
+
+along with eivin, and many other friends and family members, calling everyone
+from the national guard to friends with crazy ideas about how to approach us
+on tracked vehicles after the storm passed.
+
+we had hit the button on day two.
+
+it took many approaches, and two more nights, before we saw that red coat in
+the distance.  literally the happiest any of us have probably been to see
+another human being.
+
+![](./assets/image10.png)
+
+at the hospital, walking through the hallways, the staff and
+patients literally gagged and moved away quickly.
+
+we smelled like death.
+
+![](./assets/image11.png)
+
+sarah took us to fred meyer to buy new clothes.  most of my clothing still
+smells like cave. even after washing it in bleach.
+
+![](./assets/image12.png)
+
+at freddy's i wandered around remembering being a kid:  grandma always took me
+there too, and we'd visit my uncle rik, that ran the store.
+
+we lost mike for then second time in 24 hours.  though thankfully not in a
+crevasse -- it was in the meat isle.
+
+the only thing i recall eating in the cave was a handful of moose jerky that
+mike stuffed in my mouth as i crawled out for another shift.
+
+![](./assets/image13.png)
+
+back in anchorage, bellies full, and in dry clothes, we let our guards down.
+
+so. happy.
+
+being upright, and above ground.
+
+![](./assets/image14.png)
+
+and fell asleep
+
+![](./assets/image15.png)
+
+there are so many other things i coudl say about this trip.
+
+and re-reading now, i can see clearly that, despite a year of trying, i will
+never be able to explain what happened out there.
+
+but, today, april 19th, 2025, one year to the day that we were rescued, i
+wanted to stop to say thank you to my friends, thank you to my family, thank
+you jess.
+
+thank you axel and nova.
+
+i wouldn't be here without you.
+
+so much love to you all.
+
+![](./assets/purple-heart.jpg)
+
+---
+[more photos =>](https://photos.app.goo.gl/xbRt9Waj8583Bzvd7).