Over the Edge: The True Story of Four American Climbers' Kidnap and Escape in the Mountains of Central Asia

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“The climbers swept up in the events of August 2000 are people little different from the rest of us. Though their climbing skills taught them a thing or two about survival, it was their individual characters and their compassion for one another that kept them alive. Like anyone who has witnessed warfare and death, they feel pain over the memories that they recount in this story. It is their hope that others may learn from their experience.” —from the Introduction
Before dawn on August 12, 2000, four of America’s best young rock climbers, the oldest of them only twenty-five, were sleeping in their portaledges high on the Yellow Wall, in the Pamir-Alai mountain range of Kyrgyzstan, in central Asia. By daybreak, they would be taken at gunpoint by fanatical militants of the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan (IMU), which operates out of secret bases in Tajikistan and Afghanistan, and which is linked to Osama bin Laden’s Al Qaeda network. The desperadoes—themselves barely out of their teens—intended to use their hostages as human shields and for ransom as they moved across Kyrgyzstan. They hid the climbers by day and marched them by night through freezing, treacherous mountains, with little food, no clean water, and the constant threat of execution. The four would see a fellow hostage, a Kyrgyz soldier, executed before their eyes. And in a remarkable life-and-death crucible over six terrifying days, they would be forced to choose between saving their own lives and committing an act none of them thought they ever could.
In Over the Edge, the four climbers—Jason “Singer” Smith, John Dickey, Tommy Caldwell, and BethRodden—finally tell the complete story of their nightmarish ordeal. In riveting detail, author Greg Child re-creates the entire hour-by-hour drama, from the first ricocheting bullets to the climactic and agonizing decision the climbers had to make in order to gain their freedom and survival. Set in a powder-keg region of narcotics trafficking and terrorism, this is a deeply compelling book about loyalty and the unshakeable human will to survive.
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When traveling abroad, Americans often take with them a false sense of safety and exclusion from entanglement in the world's ugly battles. This willful naivete has vanished since Sept. 11th, 2001, and our own vulnerability has, of course, been made all too clear. But in August of 2000, many of us were woefully unaware of the powder keg that threatened the region of Central Asia that includes Afghanistan, Kyrgystan, Uzbekistan, and Tajikistan and would eventually explode in our own backyard. This ignorance would play an essential role in the fate of a group of young, thrill-seeking American athletes, drawn to the region for its spectacular landscape of Alpine cliffs.

In August 2000, four American climbers were taken captive in the Pamir-Alai mountain range in Kyrgystan by a group of Islamic jihadists with links to Osama bin Laden's Al-Qaeda terrorist network. The IMU -- the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan -- has as its goal the overthrow of existing governments, formed upon the dissolution of the Soviet Union, and the creation of an Islamic fundamentalist state. (The Kyrgys government believes their primary goal is to facilitate a drug trafficking route between Afghanistan and Tajikistan.) With all the staccato urgency of machine-gun fire, Over the Edge by Greg Childs recounts the ordeal of these four Americans who faced starvation, exhaustion -- even gunfire from the Kyrgys military, who may or may not have known the rebel kidnappers.

Held at gunpoint, the climbers would endure six hellish days and nights of a trek across the desolate terrain of the Kyrgys state before escaping by pushing one of their captors over a cliff. The passages detailing their decision to take another life to save their own and the dramatic, emotional turmoil that would follow are among the book's most riveting and scathingly frank. However, subsequent controversy over their actions and the veracity of their story itself would place them in the crosshairs of a second ordeal -- this time within the media -- as they were forced to defend themselves against the accusations of disbelieving investigative reporters and the Kyrgys government.

It is a complex roadmap of ethnic aggressions, border conflicts, and religious hostilities further complicated by the addition of heroin and the lucrative drug trade, but Childs provides a clear overview and a history that, alone, is worthwhile reading.

Childs doesn't overlook the climbers' own responsibility in the matter (He discusses how they placed themselves in harm's way and how their willful ignorance served to exacerbate an already volatile situation.) Nor does he avoid the role the American, Soviet, and Kyrgys governments played in promoting an inaccurate assessment of potential dangers. Perhaps one lesson to be gleaned from the American climbers' ordeal is that we cannot afford the luxury of ignorance. (Ann Kashickey)

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Child has everything he needs for an Ian Fleming-type mountaineering drama: a great setting in the Pamir Alai region of Kyrgyzstan; a cast of quick-witted American mountaineers (three men and one woman); a backdrop of drug trafficking, political instability and economic free-for-all; Islamic mujahideen facing Uzbeki soldiers armed with na vet or Kalashnikovs, or both. Unfortunately, Child (Postcards from the Ledge) left his talent for dialogue, description and sense of timing back at the magazine writer's base camp at 4,000 words. The climbers were kidnapped and held for six days in August 2000, pawns of Muslim extremists on the border between Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan. Despite full access to the climbers after their escape and rescue, and despite background knowledge from his own climbs in the region, Child's story is flat. The dialogue is wooden, and Child tends to overexplain his characters' motivations and psychic states. Though he details some thrilling scenes, the psychological drama fizzles, and the momentum is slowed by Child's narrative about his own connection to the story (which began as an assignment for Climbing magazine). Even the obvious current relevance of kidnapping, Islamic politics and narco-trafficking in these mountains doesn't quite compensate for storytelling problems and being just one more John Krakauer-style mountaineering adventure doesn't help, either. (Apr.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375506093
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/2/2002
  • Edition description: 1ST
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 1.09 (d)

Meet the Author

Greg Child is a contributing editor to Climbing magazine and a writer for Outside. He is the author of three books, most recently the climbing memoir Postcards from the Ledge. Child lives in Moab, Utah.
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1. FIRST CONTACT
Kara Su valley, Kyrgyzstan August 12, 2000

The first shot hits the wall at 6:15 a.m.

Its echo fills the air as sunlight pours through the gaps in a jagged ridgeline of the Pamir-Alai Mountains of Kyrgyzstan and brightens the deep canyon of the Kara Su River.

Deep in sleep, bunked one thousand feet off the ground on the side of a cliff in two portable cliff tents, called portaledges, the four climbers wake instantly at the ping of lead hitting granite somewhere on the wall beside them. Instinct tells them that it’s the sound of a stone falling down the cliff, or the clunk of a boulder being pushed along in the roaring, glacier-fed river below, but when the second bullet strikes thirty feet below them, and the rifle report that follows it echoes through the gorge, they all sit bolt upright.

“What the hell was that?” Jason “Singer” Smith shouts the question as he dons his climbing helmet to protect his head from rockfall.

“We’re being shot at,” Beth Rodden calls from the portaledge adjacent to Smith. Beside her is her boyfriend, Tommy Caldwell.

“That’s irrational,” Smith replies. “It’s probably local hunters.”

The explanation sounds reasonable enough. The valleys below—the Kara Su, where the climbers’ tent camp is located, and the adjacent Ak Su—are the herding and hunting grounds of seminomadic Kyrgyz shepherds. Ibex, the large and woolly breed of mountain goat, and even the rare snow leopard are sometimes their quarry in these hills.

Then the third bullet hits the cliff twenty feet above the twoportaledges. Rock dust flies out of the crater, spattering the platforms on which the climbers are camped.

“Shit! That was definitely for us!” John Dickey shouts, reflexively curling into a fetal position. He’s lying in his sleeping bag, next to Smith.

They are bunked on the Yellow Wall, a vertical facet of the twelve-thousand-foot Mount Zhioltaya Stena. It is day two of their climb, and week two of their monthlong rock-climbing expedition in this former Soviet republic. Like many destinations on the international climbing circuit, the region they are in—located near Kyrgyzstan’s mountainous border with Tajikistan, and known to climbers as the Karavshin, after the area’s main river—is remote. Being eighty miles from war-torn Afghanistan, it’s also in a volatile part of the world. Yet to these climbers it doesn’t seem so far off the beaten track. For two decades the fortresslike granite towers of the Karavshin have lured an international scene of Russian, European, and American climbers.

Up on the wall, the four Americans ease their heads over the sides of the portaledges and peer down into the gathering light.

“There—on the rubble straight below us,” Smith says. “I see three men.”

“What the hell could they want?” Caldwell asks. He and Rodden have been dating for five months, ever since they fell for each other in Yosemite Valley in California that spring. Based on Caldwell’s native Rocky Mountain time, today, August 12, is his twenty-second birthday. Among the gear and food they have hauled up to their cliffside camp, Rodden had secretly packed a candle and an instant chocolate pudding to celebrate.

“Maybe they want to rob us,” she suggests, recalling a trio of comically light-fingered local shepherds who over the past few days have been blatantly pilfering from the base camps of the expeditions camped in the valleys below. “But if they wanted to do that, they’d just go to base camp and steal all our stuff, right?”

“Maybe it’s a surprise birthday party for Tommy,” Smith quips in his signature sardonic tone.

“No, dude, it’s gotta be the airline trying to tell us that they’ve found our lost bag,” Dickey says. He and Smith have a habit of trying to outdo each other with wisecracks. Dickey is referring to the hike he and Smith made several days ago, to search for a village with a phone so they could contact their Kyrgyz travel agent about a lost duffel bag. The bag had gone astray somewhere between San Francisco and Bishkek, the Kyrgyz capital, and it was loaded with climbing gear.

“That’s really funny,” Caldwell says, nervous and deadpan. “I just hope they’re really good shots and they’re only trying to scare us, rather than really bad shots who are trying to hit us.”

“They may not even know we’re camped up here,” Smith says. “They might be shooting at our portaledges for target practice. Hell, maybe this is just how the locals get your attention around here.” Since arriving at their base camp they had been visited by many shepherds and soldiers, most of them armed with shotguns or rifles.

“Well, they’ve got my attention,” Caldwell says.

Smith waves his arm and calls down, “Hey, don’t shoot! We’re up here!”

The men on the ground shout back. Drowned out by the white noise of the river, their reply is unrecognizable. Smith grabs Dickey’s camera. A two-hundred-millimeter lens is mounted to it. Smith’s bunk site gives him a better view of the ground, and he aims the camera at the men below.

“One of them is waving at us. It looks like he’s telling us to come down.”

A hush falls over the bivouac as the climbers digest the observation. Sitting side by side in their sleeping bags and their nylon fleece jackets, they exchange worried looks; Rodden and Caldwell clasp each other’s hands. That they are being sucked into a vortex of danger is apparent.

“Someone has to go down, to see what they want,” Caldwell says.

“Go down?” Rodden says, alarmed by the suggestion. “Are you sure?”

“Okay. Tommy, John, we’ll throw for it. Even draws. Odd man out goes down.” Smith leaves Rodden’s name off the list of contenders.

“I’ll go,” Dickey says, settling the issue.

Smith looks at his bunk mate and nods. At twenty-five, Dickey is the oldest among them. He’s the most traveled; he sports a beard, which gives him an appearance of maturity; and his way with people is relaxed and confident. He’s also the scruffiest-looking one of them all, and he figures that might earn points with whoever is doing the shooting. They uncoil the tangle of their five ropes that are clipped to the wall around their portaledge camp and tie them end-to-end to make a single, thousand-foot strand. They lower one end of the rope to the ground, and Dickey connects his aluminum rappel device to it. Then he clips the device to his waist harness and eases over the edge of the portaledge, like a diver rolling off of a raft. Locking off the rope with a firm grip of his right hand, he hangs beside the portaledge, and Smith hands him one of their Motorola two-way radios. Dickey slips it into his pocket.

“Pass my tobacco,” Dickey adds as a parting request.

“What?”

“It might come in handy down there. Maybe these guys need a smoke. It’ll show them we’re friendly.” He shrugs, at a loss for anything further to add to the surreal situation they have woken to. Elsewhere in his travels the laconic Texan has found the offer of a cigarette to be a useful gambit for defusing tense situations with rough customers. Smith passes the pouch of Drum, then shakes his friend’s free hand.

“Good luck, dude,” Smith says.

Dickey swings into the void. It is 6:35 a.m., twenty minutes since the first shot hit the wall. His descent will take another half hour. He spins slowly as he glides down the nylon strands, pausing to hang on an ascender clamp every two hundred feet so he can disengage his rappel device from above each knot, then reattach it below the knot. He performs the rope maneuvers carefully yet efficiently. In the back of his mind he’s thinking, “We are being shot at, the shooters are ordering us down, I’m descending into a holdup. But what else can I do?” Five hundred feet above the ground the angle of the cliff becomes less steep and Dickey’s toes touch the wall. He comes to a steel bolt, drilled into the rock by Caldwell a few days earlier. The bolt marks the point where the old Diagonal Route, first climbed by Russians years earlier, crosses the new climb that the Americans are bivouacked on. Dickey hitches his rope to the bolt with a carabiner and continues sliding down. When he is fifty feet above the ground he sees the gunmen clearly for the first time. “My heart nearly leaped out of my throat,” he would say of that first encounter. One man clasps a Kalashnikov assault rifle bearing a long banana clip; the other has a larger weapon with a two-pronged support mounted to its long barrel. A third armed man is positioned farther down the hillside in a stand of tall brush. The men wear a hodgepodge of camouflage army fatigues, the ragged sportswear of mountain villagers, and some stylish western mountaineering garments. They are not soldiers, and they are not shepherds. While Dickey hangs on the cliff, looking eye to eye with the gunmen, his radio squawks.

“Hey, John, how’s it going?” Smith asks through the Motorola. “Whaddya see? Over.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dickey replies in a sharp hiss. Intuition tells him it’s better not to give the gunmen any idea of how many people are up there in the portaledges.

A man with a bushy black beard gestures insistently for Dickey to continue his descent. Dickey sucks in a deep breath and ropes down to the talus slope. On the ground, he detaches his rappel device from the rope. His heart is beating fast while he studies the gunmen. They now number two, the man in the brush having departed minutes earlier. They beckon him to come closer. Dickey strides through sliding gravel, trying hard to appear calm.

“Good morning,” Dickey says slowly, clearly. “My name is John.” He directs his thumb toward his chest to make it understood that he’s introducing himself.

The heavily bearded man steps forward. He’s stocky yet wasp-waisted, and he cradles his rifle close to his chest. A wild outburst of black hair is pressed underneath his camouflage cap. His pants are also camouflage, and the many pockets of his battle vest bulge with cartridge cases, a radio transceiver, and binoculars. On his hip he wears a pistol and a hand grenade. A sheath knife is mounted diagonally across his chest.

“Abdul,” the man says, introducing himself. Months will pass before the group learns his real name; Abdul is his nom de guerre. He clenches Dickey’s hand and shakes it with a bone-crushing grip, then steps back. His features are hawkish, his skin burnished by the sun. His pale-eyed gaze cuts into Dickey’s psyche. The other man steps forward and offers his hand.

“Obid,” this fellow says, pointing at himself and giving away a hint of a smile. Obid is bearded too, and like Dickey he’s solidly built, nearly six feet tall. His black shoulder-length hair tumbles out from beneath a dark, greasy beanie. Dickey notes the leathery, calloused feel of his soot-blackened hand, then he points to the massive weapon Obid holds and mimes the act of shooting up at the wall. The man nods and points at himself. He’s the shooter, and he appears proud of his marksmanship.

“Cigarette?” Dickey asks, holding out the tobacco pouch.

Abdul sweeps aside the offer with an abrupt wave of his hand and shakes his head disapprovingly. Then Dickey notices that Obid is holding a trekking-style ski pole owned by the climbers, which they left hidden at the bottom of the cliff. He also sees that under Obid’s camo vest is a black Gore-Tex jacket bearing the fashionable Patagonia label. On his face are designer sunglasses, and on his back is a high-tech rucksack made by Salewa, a German manufacturer. These items don’t belong to Dickey’s team members, but clearly these men have not mail-ordered the gear either. At the very least, he figures, he and his friends are in the clutches of bandits who’ve been raiding the camps in the surrounding valleys.

Copyright 2002 by Greg Child
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2005

    I cant rate this

    Id just like the world to know that it sounds like a good book and that if you are only half heartedly reading this check out the interview dateline did on these guys

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2004

    Can I give it NO stars? ......................................

    This was honestly the worst book I have ever read. The entire story could have been cut into an eighth of what it was. It was dull, drawn out, uninteresting, and naked of all suspense. I would prefer to be shot rather than have to read this thing again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2002

    What do you think?

    Whenever I tell the story about the climbers and their adventure in Kyrgyzstan I am always asked if I think they lied. I always answer that I will just wait to read the book. People often ask me this because I live in Kyrgyzstan, met the climbers and the writers of the story when they were doing research, even climbed the wall they were shot off of a few years earlier, and gave the photo used on the back cover. So when the book finally got into my hands I sat and read it in one sitting. ------ Great start to the book, right to the bullets and action, plus a lot of detailed research describing the political situation and minute to minute events of the kidnapping. The book goes all the way to the pressure the climbers felt back home and the oft repeated question, ¿Who do you believe¿. Greg Child¿s book I do believe puts and end to that question. Child takes us through an incredible journey, and by the end of the book there is no doubt, that even though it sounds too Hollywood to be true, it happened as the climbers said. ------ But the whole story is much more complex than an action adventure. The book describes the internal politics of the country and the battle over who will look good, the climbers or the Kyrgyz Army, the entrance of a journalist bent on proving them wrong and follows the absurd trail this story took. The aftermath of the climb gets even more unbelievable than the hostage situation itself, and the more we read the book the more it becomes a tragedy for everybody involved. ------ Turat, the Kyrgyz journalist who helped both Child and the opposing journalist with their research, had the best response to the question, ¿Did they do it¿. He could just care less. What he cares about is that the leadership of Kyrgyzstan only came and met the climbers. It seemed to him like these four Americans were worth more than the Kyrgyz solders to the government leadership. For Turat it was a shot against his pride, especially as the one soldier that was killed in front of the climbers had the same first name as he ¿ Turat. A lot of people died during the battle that raged around the climbers; that is the real tragedy, not whose fault it was or what really happened.------ So read this book, enjoy the good writing and storytelling, but do not spend the whole time asking yourself, did they or didn¿t they. This book is a small piece of the regions history, a few days of what happened to Americans. Be sure to read deeper elsewhere to follow the region¿s ongoing struggle and better understand the new politics of Central Asia. The region will be in the news more and more in the coming years. The news hopefully will be the fight against poverty, corruption and despair, and the frustration it breeds. We are not isolated against that part of the world, as the climbers found out. How we will manage to come together is the real question that needs to be asked and answered.------ Garth Willis

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2002

    Incomplete

    As Mr. Willis suggests, there is another author (John Bouchard) who is coming out with a book on this subject. I will read both books, not just one of them, before making up my mind as to which author has his facts straight. I question the objectivity of any reviewer who has his own photo on the back cover of Child's book. Why all the focus on a cliff anyhow, when Climbing magazine reports the real story has more to do with the child whose father was killed trying to rescue these climbers?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2002

    'Very Generous Donation'

    The Alpine Fund's web site reveals that Garth Willis accepted a 'very generous donation' from the Rodden family exactly one week before Garth wrote his book review (below). Beth Rodden is one of the main characters in this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2002

    Book reviewer gets royalties?

    To Garth Willis, are you serious when you say you're writing book reviews in exchange for book royalties?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2002

    exposed

    Once again the crusading mysterious journalist of the previous review gets closer to the truth. Yes it is true that the Rodden family decided to donate money to a non-profit organization in Kyrgyzstan that takes at-risk kids climbing, shame on them for wanting to help out.---- But if the previous reviewer should decide to investigate further, he will discover that I started the Alpine Fund in Kyrgyzstan in October of 2000, only months after the events happened. OK, let the truth be told: I knew that there would be money out of this story and I wanted in, so I decided to set up an organization in Bishkek, spend the year working with kids in orphanages then just at the right moment help in the advertising of the book in order to get a piece of the royalties. I feel so exposed by this mysterious crusader, and so ashamed of all the work I have done with kids in Kyrgyzstan. ----- I expect that the whole story will be in the next book. I will read and review that book as well and give my honest opinion, whether the author decides to help my work with kids in Kyrgyzstan or not.----- Garth Willis----- President - Alpine Fund

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