Real Survival Stories - One Earthquake, Then Another: Chaos on Mount Logan

Episode Date: October 1, 2025

Earthquakes, avalanches and a superstorm combine atop Canada’s highest peak. And we meet the intrepid soul who endured it all. Natalia Martínez has mountaineering in her blood. But during a solo trip up Mount Logan, a once-in-a-generation phenomenon will see her face her greatest challenge yet. Time and time again, she’ll have to call on all her grit and experience as she locks horns with the immense powers of Mother Nature…   A Noiser podcast production. Hosted by John Hopkins.   Written by Duncan Barrett | Produced by Ed Baranski | Assistant Producer: Luke Lonergan | Exec produced by Joel Duddell | Sound supervisor: Tom Pink | Sound design by Matt Peaty | Assembly edit by Rob Plummer | Compositions by Oliver Baines, Dorry Macaulay, Tom Pink | Mix & mastering: Ralph Tittley.   For ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the subscription banner at the top of the feed to get started. Or go to noiser.com/subscriptions   If you have an amazing survival story of your own that you’d like to put forward for the show, let us know. Drop us an email at [e-mail] Our sister podcast Short History Of… has a new book! Pre-order your copy of A Short History of Ancient Rome now at noiser.com/books Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

What a run! This champ is picking up speed. But they found a lane. Phenomenal launch into the air! Absolutely incredible! Air Transat! Fly the seven-time world's best leisure airline champions, Air Transat. I'm Julie Andrews, and it is my great pleasure to bring you Jane Austen Stories, the new show from the Noisor Podcast Network.

I'll be reading Pride and Prejudice. We'll walk grand. States and take tea with well-dressed gentlewomen, but in this tranquil corner of England, not everything is quite as it appears. Listen to Jane Austen stories wherever you get your podcasts. It is May the 1st, 2017. May Day. A celebratory day in Europe, marking the start of summer. But across the Atlantic in Canada, high in the upper echelons of Mount Logan, the weather is far from inviting and the mood far from festive. A harsh, hammering gale howls across the second highest peak in North America.

And climber Natalia Martinez is camped out on a ridge. Her flimsy gray tent is pitched just meters from a deep crevasse in the ice. Natalia has earmarked this alarming-looking pit as a last-ditch refuge if her tent doesn't survive the next few hours. At 4,000 meters above sea level, the view here is truly extraordinary. The St. Elias mountain range

stretches for 300 miles, a panoramic vista of rocky pyramids rising above the clouds. Their flanks dusted with brilliant white snow. But right now, Natalia has no time for sightseeing. She is hard at work, building a fortress of ice. One she's praying will be strong enough to survive the storm heading her way. As the Gales buffet the 37-year-old, she piles lumps of densely packed snow into a makeshift barrier around the tent, fortifying her position, layer.

by Leia. There's no time to waste. She can see the storm in the distance, battering the next ridge over, dark clouds deluging the mountain with fresh snow. The powerful gusts blast Logan's slope at speeds of almost 100 miles per hour. And this tempest is getting closer. You see the storm coming. you can see at the distance what is happening.

And I was seeing the clouds going around and saying me, Natalia, we are going for you. I was making my fortress, building a wall with snow to avoid the wind or the snow coming in to your tent. It's just prevention. It's not magic. But right now, all alone on the side of Canada's biggest mountain, Natalia will need not just the skills she has learned in her career as a mountaineer, but a little bit of magic as well.

The mountain is shaking, and you know the storm is coming, you know nobody will go to help you. Ever wondered what you would do when disaster strikes. If your life depended on your next day, decision. Could you make the right choice? Welcome to real survival stories. These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode, we meet Natalia Martinez. Born and raised in Argentina, Natalia has mountain climbing in her blood. But during a solo trip up Canada's tallest

a once-in-a-generation tectonic phenomenon will see her face her greatest challenge yet. The ground was moving, so I say I need to escape from here, something bad is happening, and I don't know what it is. Over the course of several days, Natalia will face a multitude of natural disasters. Time and time again, she'll have to call on all her grit and experience to keep struggling on on as she locks horns with the immense powers of Mother Nature. The second one happened and the same sensation. Again, everything moving. I was inside without see anything.

And I say, okay, now this is the end. I'm John Hopkins from the Noyser Podcast Network. This is real survival stories. It's April 21st, 2007, on the outskirts of the Clouani National Park. It's a luscious frost-specilled woodland in the west of Canada. A vast nature reserve home to caribou, wolverines, dahl sheep, wolves and grizzly bears. But Natalia Martinez is less concerned with the wildlife than with the landscape. She wants to conquer the greatest height this area has to offer.

On the edge of the forest, a 37-year-old is checking her equipment for her forthcoming expedition. Reaching the summit of Mount Logan will be no small feet. Natalia will need over 80 kilograms of kit to stand a chance of making it there and back in one piece. Sleeping bag, tent, crampons, skiing equipment, even a sledge to drag it all along the ice. She'll be heaving more than her own body weight up the mountain. But at least she won't be going alone. Natalia has invited a female friend from Chile to come with her. her. Normally she climbs with her boyfriend Camilo, but he's got his head down right

now, finishing up his PhD in Glaciology at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, 2,000 kilometers away. Natalia's been dreaming of climbing Mount Logan for the best part of two years now, and she doesn't want to wait any longer. Besides, an all-female expedition has its own appeal. I think it's a very beautiful project to do it with another woman. I invite a friend from Chile that she was with us in other expeditions in Patagonia and she says, yes, let's do that. If we can do that, it will be a very nice message to the community and inspire other women to do it. The world of mountain climbing has always been heavily male-dominated. Even today, outnumber women two to one.

Natalia hopes she and her friend can prove a point to the naysayers who still believe mountains are no place for women. But there is a setback. The weather in Cloani National Park isn't good right now, which means the little ski plane Natalia has booked to take the two of them to the base of the mountain can't operate safely.

She and her friend, had been held up for days already, waiting for conditions to clear. It's meant that Natalia's travel companion has started to get cold feet. The weather was challenging. So that forced us to wait on Cluani for a few days, and I think that weight debilitate the moral of my friend. When it was the right moment to fly, she decided not to go. At that moment, I was frustrated, sad. I didn't realize that you have to have courage to say no as well.

And if she feels that she wasn't ready, I think, yeah, I think it was a very good call. Maybe I was so blind to see that at that moment, because I was upset. So when the ski plane arrives to come, carry Natalia on to the start of her adventure, she must bid farewell to her friend. She boards the craft, and before long they're airborne, piercing through the brilliant blue sky, heading for the mountains. Natalia peers down through her window in the magnificent St. Elias' Range,

and towering over it all, Mount Logan. It's a majestic sight, its twin peaks reaching almost 6,000 meters above sea level. That's higher than the Matterhorn. And yet, compared to them, Logan is relatively unexplored. Its main claim to fame is that it gives its name to Canadian superhero James Logan Howlett, better known by his alias, Wolverine. The ironic joke being that, in the comics at least, Wolverine is the shortest of the X-Men. But while Natalia is suddenly impressed by the mountain, she isn't daunted.

This terrain is what she knows best. She's been climbing outdoors for the best part of two decades. She grew up in the shadow of Aconcagua, the tallest mountain in Argentina, a good thousand meters taller than Mount Logan. Always when I wake up, the first things I saw was mountains. To be in the countryside, you are surrounded of nature and birds and, I don't know, other kind of energy. I grew up with my grandparents and, yeah, basically they teach me the reading of the nature, so I'm grateful for that. My grandparents were working in the land. My mom was using the bicycle to go for work.

So I saw that we use our body all the time to do things. So for me, when I was a teenager, you start thinking about the future. One thing I have clarity is that I don't want to be inside in the office. That's for sure. When she was 15, Natalia's elder sister took her rock climbing for the first time. She was hooked. I think from that moment, I realized I want this, I want more of this, because it's fun, I don't know, I feel very comfortable doing that. To begin with, climbing was just a hobby.

It wasn't until a few years later when she was at university training to become a PE teacher that Natalia first started thinking about it as a career. In the same university was another career as mountain guide, and I say, oh, let's see what's going on in there, and ended up falling in love with that. They taught me take care of myself out there, how to take decisions, a lot of techniques, different techniques. So it was very, very helpful.

But the greatest instructors weren't her professors at the university. The Andes taught Natalia everything she needed to know. Not just about mountain climbing, but about herself. It was fun. It was kind of risky, but at that time you don't know how to measure risk. But with time, now I can say that I feel in love because I can be in. myself there, nobody's watching you and you don't need to demonstrate anything. You already know your weakness and your strength and how to use it in different situations. So it's kind of you was building a kind of whistle with the mountain.

It's also thanks to the Andes that Natalia met the love of her life, Camila. They first crossed paths at a wilderness first aid course, held on the border of Argentina and his native Chile. The mountains provided the glue that held their relationship together. We had to travel a lot, so we built a very strong relationship. It's a good way to start, knowing that your partner know about first aid. We met there and from there we started going out, but always with the mountain in between us with that excuse.

So that was very, very nice for us. It was a good hook. Four years later, they relocated to Canada so that Camilo could pursue his PhD. They settled in Whistler, British Columbia, not far from cosmopolitan Vancouver. Natalia began working as a skiing instructor and mountain guide. And when Camillo's research took him further north to the sewered glacier in Cloani National Park,

she decided to tag along for the ride. It's here that Natalia first caught a glimpse of Mount Logan. And the dream of one day climbing it took root. Of course, you go to the new... range, mountain range, and you are curious to see what is the biggest mountain there. We're working on a glacier there for a month, basically. The plane, when we take the plane, you can see Logan from there, using all the space, saying, I'm here, and I'm the chief, let's say.

I'm the chief of this range. So beautiful. While in this new area, Natalia was determined that she and Camilo should climb a mountain together. But they didn't go for Logan, not this time. Instead, they plumped for Mount Malaspina about 30 miles away. At 12,000 feet, Malaspina is a little over half as tall as its big brother. But it had never been summited before. So for the South American couple, it was a chance to write themselves into the history books.

So it's a good opportunity to do what we love. And also nobody is claiming it. I think the mountains won us to go because they are showing us, hey, come to do what you like to do. In August 2015, Natalia and Camillo began their ascent of Malaspina. a climb they very nearly didn't return from. One night encamped on the north side of the mountain, they heard a terrifying sound coming from just outside their tent.

A huge chunk of ice, known as a Serak, fell just meters away from them. We were thinking, okay, an avalanche is coming and was very terrifying, but we were together, that was very... very beautiful. And when that situation or moment stopped, we went outside and we saw the big pieces of ice around our tent, likely not over us. Eventually, after a final 36-hour ascent, they made it to the top of the mountain. It's dangerous. Yeah, but when you are in the summit and you see the view is totally worth it. The mountaintop provides a perfect view of the Malaspina Glacier,

one of the largest and most spectacular in the world. It's a vast expanse of brilliant bright blue ice, more than a thousand feet deep and roughly the size of Rhode Island. For a glaciologist like Camillo, that's pretty much as good as it gets. But Natalia's eyes kept being drawn to the north, where Mount Logan looms over the massive. You see Mont Logan from the other summit and it's huge. It's huge.

It definitely is the queen of the range. I had one eyes on Malespina and other eyes on Logan because it's like a kind of magnet to me. Like say, hey, I'm here. Pay attention to me. And I say, oh, I want to be there, there, there. It's April 22nd, 2017. From the base of Mount Logan, Natalia watches as the tiny plane, operated by the Cloani National Park Authority shrinks to a tiny spot on the horizon.

She's all alone now, a speck in an intimidating expanse of whiteness. But thanks to the satellite phone in her pack, Camillo is only ever a call away. I didn't feel alone there, no. For me, I had a sad phone. If something happened, I always can ask to other person what to do, you know, even if they are not there. At that moment, to climb that mountain with all the risks that are. involved, I was ready. I was ready. Yeah, my mind was clear, my body was strong, I was ready. Natalia sets off, dragging the heavy sledge behind her. The snow crunches gently underfoot.

The first stretch of her journey should be an easy one, a two-day trek across relatively flat terrain. Up ahead, she can see the slopes of the mountain rising from the blanket of white snow at its feet, towering walls of rock and ice, daring her to climb them. The surroundings are glorious, but the dangers hang heavy in the air. Just days earlier, two male climbers had to be rescued from the mountain by helicopter when their attempt to reach the summit ended in failure. Natalia can still make out their footprints in the snow. She has never needed rescuing before, but she mustn't be complacent.

Even down here in the foothills, there are hazards all around. The ground beneath her feet is fractured by deep crevasses. The fragile snow bridges that cross them could give way at any minute, plunging her into the void you are surrounded of risk I saw the crevasses close to me and you say okay this bridge will collapse at any moment or will support my sled or what so a lot of questions are in between your steps that is up to you if you want to listen or not For now, though, all is well. As Natalia makes her way up the gently sloping face of the ridge,

she breathes in the crisp air, basking in the mid-afternoon sun. Everything was perfect, the weather was perfect, then snow was perfect. The first day was like you are full of energy, very emotional because you are there. and the silence that's around you expand all your sense so you can hear how the mountains move

every crack when the breeze goes through how the little grain of snow are shining it was like a gift to be by my own there I was happy I was in the right moment in the right mountain by evening natalia has reached the bottom of the east ridge she sets up camp for the night in the shadow of the steeply rising slope the next stage would be one of the hardest parts of the ascent scaling this 60 degree incline all the way up to the knife edge path at the top so far natalia's been able to drag her equipment along with her

But as the intensity of the route increases, that's no longer an option. She'll have to transport her kit upwards in stages, a slow, strenuous process. When it's flat, you can use the sled, but when you start climbing, you cannot carry all that weight in your back. So my day was like, put things in my backpack, go, leave things, go down, full the same. backpack again up again left the things again down again and take the last one with me to the top this means that when it comes to the most challenging parts of the ascent natalia is having to traverse them not just once but two or even three times the next few days are a constant back and forth slog two steps forward followed by two steps back

rinse and repeat. I was ready to face up any problem with all my tools around. So I was doing short period of distance, making sure I spend the night with all my equipment. Eventually Natalia reaches the top of the eastern ridge, the so-called knife edge. It is a massive achievement. But traversing this narrow route to the summit of the mountain won't be easy. The exposed path is like a tightrope with terrifying drops on either side. Ice and rocks tumble down the edges.

Natalia centers herself, steady as we go. Very intimidating. You can see the void and a lot of questions attack your mind in that moment. and push you to be super focused. But the beauty of that monochromatic world is like amazing. Totally worth. The wind howls through the mountain, buffeting Natalia as she carefully picks her way along the ridge. Meter by meter.

Step by step. Slowly, but surely, she's getting close to the summit. After the best part of a week on, Mount Logan, Natalia can look back with pride on the progress she's already made. From her current vantage point, almost 4,000 meters above sea level, she traces her own tracks in the snow, leading up from the base of the mountain. You can see your footprint that makes you proud to see that. You start understanding what is your place in the world.

and how important you are because you are occupying a space there and it's for something. On Sunday night, Natalia calls Camilo on the satellite phone and lets him know she's made it this far safely. The summit suddenly seems within her grasp. Just 600 meters more of sheer ascent,

then a gentle six-kilometer. trek along the plateau at the top of the mountain. That should only take about three days. That night was perfect. It was with my tent, everything was good. I was in

peace. I was very confident. It was like, I think my five day in the mountain or six, I don't remember. So everything was perfect. What Natalia does

What doesn't know is that thousands of meters below her something less than perfect is brewing. A once-in-a-generation seismic event. Two tectonic plates are scraping against each other, causing friction. When the pressure gets too much, all that energy will have to go somewhere. It's a time bomb, equivalent to over 6,000 tons of TNT, and the clock is ticking. ticking. The following morning, Natalia wakes early. It's minus 10 degrees, but experience has taught her how to retain warmth.

Without leaving her sleeping bag, she shuffles over to the entrance of the tent and pokes her head outside, like a tortoise cautiously emerging from its shell. In the distance, the sun is slowly rising, painting the perfect white slopes of the mountain in the warm light of dawn. The final stretch lies ahead. But first, some food. Melting snow, she is chipped off the mountain. Natalia bruised herself a cup of tea and makes a small bowl of porridge.

Steam fills the interior of the tent, condensing on the taut, gray fabric. This simple breakfast is the same one she's eaten every day since she arrived on Mount Logan nine days earlier. But this time she won't get to finish her meal. A vibration morphs into a rumble, then vigorous shaking. Suddenly it's as if the mountain is coming alive. I must start feeling that the tent was moving side to side, but my stove was in the same place. So I say, what's going on?

I saw the roof of the tent moving, but the water was in the same place, and I say, oh, oh. It is a magnitude 6 earthquake, the worst to hit this mountain range in decades. A tectonic event like this is rare, and it's powerful enough to cause extensive damage. Plus, right now, Natalia is on a precarious spot, and all that separates her from the thunderous shuddering of the mountain is a flimsy canvas tent, a tent that is currently being shaken from side to side like a helpless animal in the mouth of a predator. Amidst the confusion, Natalia struggles to orientate herself. What's happening?

Is she falling? I couldn't understand at that moment what's going on. My sensation was that a piece of eyes was just sliding down to the void. And I say, okay, I will die very, very soon. Because the sound was like, brr. Like when the train is coming, that you feel that I don't know, kind of vibration and sound. So my reaction was to put in a fatal position

and just wait for the worst. Crouched inside the tent, the seconds seemed to stretch out to infinity. But eventually, the shaking stops, and Natalia, cautiously uncurls herself. She draws a nervous breath, then reaches for the sat phone, and instinctively dials Camila's number. 2,000 kilometers away in British Columbia,

he's fast asleep in bed. He was in Vancouver, so a few hours difference. He didn't understand he was sleepy, and I said, I love you so much, and I don't know what's going. on, but something is going on, but I don't understand what happened. But I want to let you know that I love you. Natalia ends the call, promising to phone again when she's worked out what's just occurred.

Then she tentatively reaches over and unzips the flap of the tent. I finished the call and I say, okay, you have to go outside. Be brave, you have to see what's going on. So slowly I take the zipper up and went outside and everything was in the same place and nothing happened. See, what's wrong? He knew what I saw and I feel, what's going on? And I'm checked and I saw that close to me was the crevas and the bridge of the crevas collapsed a little. So I knew that something was moving or something had.

happened that for that reason that bridge collapsed. But around my tent was perfect. I didn't see any changes. So I went to my tent again to finish my breakfast. And the same sensation, again. Everything moving. I was inside without see anything. And I say, OK, now this is the end.

Once again, Natalia curls up inside her tent, bracing herself against whatever terror the mountain might throw her way. This time, she can hear not only the sound of the earth shaking, but another sound as well. Softer, but far more terrifying. The earthquake has triggered an avalanche. The insistent rumbling seems to come from all around. Camped out in a relatively exposed position. she has a pretty good chance of being buried alive. But there is nothing she can do right now,

other than tents every muscle in her body and squeeze her eyes shut. Eventually, the shaking subsides, and somehow both Natalia and her tent are still in one piece. She goes outside to take another look around, and now there is no question about how lucky she's been. When the movement finished, I went out again, I started hearing more avalanches around me, but I was far. So you can see the avalanche going down, but knowing the place I was.

In her muddled state, it's still difficult to fully piece together what's happening. But one thing is clear. She needs to get far away from here as soon as she can. Through the next few hours, Mount Logan is hit by D. dozens of smaller aftershocks. The ground was moving, so I say I need to escape from here. Something bad is happening, and I don't know what it is. Never ever was thinking about an earthquake.

My first thought was run away. Run away to a safe place or when you feel safe because something is happening. Italia packs her rucks her rucksack faster than she's ever done it in her life, leaving behind a good chunk of her equipment. There's not enough time to take everything. With just basic provisions, she retraces her steps from the previous day, heading for the campsite 300 metres below, which hopefully will afford a little more shelter. But that means crossing the knife-edge pass again. the deadly icy tightrope which is less stable than ever and she's far shakier on her feet than she was before

I was lazy and I was so scared to cross that because I didn't know if I was taking good decisions what was going with myself I didn't know what's going on Woosily Natalia makes her way along the knife edge pass doing her best not to look down Every step is a wobbly heart-in-mouth movement. The slippery, narrow walkway zigzags beneath her trembling legs. Yet somehow, inch by inch, she makes it all the way back to the lower campsite.

She sits and catches her breath for a moment, physically and mentally exhausted. But she cannot linger for long, because there is a new problem. in the distance she can see a storm brewing a big one furious forbidding clouds move in a swarm of blackness towards her best guess it'll hit her position in a matter of hours to survive the onslaught natalia will need the rest of her provisions the ones she left behind in her haste this means crossing the knife edged two more times, there and back again. I see the big clouds, mordens, coming up, black, dark, gray. So I say, okay, Natalia, go for the rest of your things.

Just before turning back, Natalia quickly pitches her tent at the lower campsite, setting up right next to a large crevasse in the ice. unlikely as it may seem this natural hazard could serve as a backup shelter if she has to abandon the tent altogether you never know what can happen the wind can destroy your tent and so I was thinking my plan B

is to jump into the crevas and wait there sound weird but it's a good option a good last-ditch option but obviously not one she wants to have to take. For now, she focuses on fortifying her new position, packing snow into blocks and building an igloo-like wall around one side of her tent. Once in place, she decides to update Camilo on her situation.

By now, he's wide awake, and he's been researching her predicament himself. It's when he told me, Natalia, it was two earthquakes, The biggest doesn't happen 50 years ago. So it was like, right moment to do that. Thank you, nature. Incredibly, at this point,

Natalia still has half a mind to continue on to the summit. If she can ride out the storm, she may be able to cross the knife-edge ridge again, return to her camp from the previous night, and then onwards and upwards. But the more she speaks to Camillo, the less wise the idea feels. My plan was to continue,

but I was in a kind of a shock or a state of full alert that I asked myself if I was capable to keep taking good decisions. Especially in the state I was. I was scared. And I was thinking, if I'm walking, feeling dizzy, what is the point?

You are not in the state that you feel sure you are making strong steps, safe steps. Things can happen. So we decide to ask for help. So Camillo called to National Park and is when the rescue plan starts. But to take that decision was super hard. And I think I recognize myself in a... witness moment is placed. With the decision taken, the task Natalia faces is now much clearer.

Not climbing the peak, but simply surviving long enough to be rescued. With winds of up to 85 miles an hour currently battering Mount Logan, no helicopter is going to be able to land there. Not until the storm has passed. and the storm is edging ever closer to her position. I was making my fortress. So I was making a huge wall. I was putting the shovel in the right place,

to have the snow, to have food, all in the right place for me, to just say to the storm, just do your thing quickly as possible, please. Finally, the ice storm cometh. Natalia retreats inside her tent and battenes down the hatches, which in this case means sliding the little zipper to the closed position. Then she waits for the onslaught to begin.

Before long, the tent is being pounded by the swirling snow. Through the fabric, Natalia can see it's starting to pile up outside as well. left unchecked that could spell bad news stealing herself for the ice cold blast she takes hold of her shovel and steps outside the tent leaning into the wind she digs out the freshly fallen snow until her little haven is surrounded by a neatly tended circle of flat ground but the snow just keeps on falling

I set up my alarm every two hours to clean around the tent or at least to check how are the conditions of my tent. So every two hours I was shoveling around my tent. You know, it's like when you take care of your garden, same thing. All through the afternoon and then evening too, Natalia repeats her grueling routine. During her shifts out in the cold, She sees the sun drop lower and lower in the sky, eventually night falls.

But the storm shows no signs of abating. It looks like she's in it for the long haul. So far, the wall of ice she has constructed around her tent has taken the brunt of the onslaught. But by now, the tent itself is starting to show signs of wear as well. At some point the wind I opened the zipper of the tent and the zipper gets freezed and I couldn't close the zipper

and the snow is coming in the tent I was so tired at some point I was like oh I don't get anymore and that is bad that is bad worse still as the storm continues raging, stronger gusts of wind start pushing and pulling at the roof of the tent itself,

threatening to flatten the tiny structure. So one of the problems that can happen there is that the poles of your tent can crack. And if that happened, the fabric can rip. Natalia can see the poles flexing as the roof of the tent saggs towards her. she's going to have to hold it together herself she reaches up and takes a pole in each hand forcing them upwards against the full force of the wind she's determined not to let them break

and this goes on all through the night at times Natalia is so exhausted it overwhelms her she cannot keep her eyes open I wake up every time the gas comes in and shake my tent So it was like this and wake up and yeah. So that happened all the night. It was very long night. The main comfort is that at least Camillo has called for help.

But there's no knowing when that will arrive. It's probably still a long way away. And in these conditions, there is no way to get a helicopter up on the mountain. The National Park authorities keep phoning her throughout the night to keep her posted on their disappointing lack of progress. but she already has her hands full, literally. They were calling me in the sad phone. It was like, guys, you know, sorry, I'm okay, but I cannot do this.

Try to talk with Camilo and he can arrange all of that. Now I have to take care of me and the tent, sorry, but they were super professional. The authorities keep checking in with Natalia about her physical. physical state. If she has any injuries, they want to be totally ready when they eventually reach her. That is, if they can reach her in time. Finally, dawn breaks, but there is still no let up from the storm. It continues into a second day. Natalia is utterly spent, and she hasn't had a chance to eat or drink all night. Almost running on empty, things need to improve soon.

At long last, when afternoon arrives, the wind begins to die down. And when the things calm down, is when I drink water, eat, and all of this, because all that period I didn't do anything, just hold my tent. But even though the storm is now less intense, it's not as straightforward as merely swooping into a treafer. It'll be another 48 hours before conditions improve enough for the park authorities to think about mounting a rescue. For Natalia, there is not much to do but stay put. But in the meantime, back in Vancouver, she's become something of a celebrity.

Her story has come to the attention of a CBC news crew. Camillo has even interviewed live on TV. Camillo told me, I just want to let you know that you are in the news, but it's not big deals. Don't pay attention on that. And blah, blah, blah. And I say, okay, I don't care. I'm here. I cannot do anything.

So I don't care. Before long, Natalia's story has made it all around the world, making news bulletins in her native Argentina and featuring in the Guardian newspaper and on the BBC. The lone woman stuck up on a mountain is an intriguing story. Meanwhile, Natalia is keeping busy, readying herself as best she can for rescue. I was preparing a platform for the helicopter. I was fixing things in my tent. I packed everything in my backpack,

and that's it is one thing you don't. have to do. You have to leave your tent up just in case. But I was pretty confident that they will come. On Thursday evening, three and a half days after the earthquakes put an end to her mission to climb Mount Logan, the rescue chopper at last arrives. So at first you don't see the helicopter, you hear them. So you are desperately trying to find them a little point in the sky. Natalia crouches on the ground as the helicopter circles our position. It dips down to water but retreats when a gust from its propellers churns up a cloud of snow.

The pilot tries again, but once more the blinding flurry forces him to back off. On the third attempt, the chopper. barely makes contact with the mountainside. The tips of its two ski legs touched down ever so gently and the co-pilot jumps out to help Natalia aboard. The helicopter land close to me.

The ranger jumped off. He took me very gentle, put me into the helicopter and that's it. It was like a super simple, very profound. They know what they are doing. With Amex Platinum, access to exclusive Amex pre-sale tickets can score you a spot trackside.

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She's been through a staggering array of trials, two earthquakes, the constant threat of avalanches, and one superstorm. And yet, despite everything she has endured, she still takes a moment to absorb the sheer majesty of Canada's tallest mountain. I was saying goodbye, and the mountain looks so beautiful, beautiful and danger at the same time. I don't know, it's this kind of weird situation, but at the moment was beautiful to be flying over the mountain.

And that's it, yeah. try to put a period on that sentence of your life. Back in civilization, it's time for a long-awaited reunion. Camillo has flown from Vancouver to meet Natalia in the National Park. But he hasn't come alone. When he came, he came with a journalist. And that was another thing that shocked me, because I didn't be ready to share the story yet.

And, yeah, it was, I didn't like it. Camillo convinces Natalia to be plight, and she obliges. Reluctantly, she shares her story with a journalist. After all, he's come a long way for the scoop. But back home in Vancouver, she grows increasingly frustrated with the way her story is reported in the press. Many outlets can't seem to get the basic fact straight, writing that she survived an avalanche rather than two earthquakes.

If you want to be a good journalist, please do your job, do your research. People say an avalanche. Avalanche happened around me but no over me. So, yeah, I get frustrated for that because it's like, why people are still saying that now? But even more hurtful is the way she's been presented, not as an experienced climber who survived a series of natural disasters, but as a damsel in distress, helplessly waiting for rescue. Certainly, her story has attracted far more media attention

than the two climbers rescued from Mount Logan a fortnight earlier. And then there are the below-the-line comments. people was so cruel with the message I was thinking why the couples were rescued before me they didn't have the attention I had because they were men I don't know it's nothing against them it's just the question I was doing myself

maybe I was more sensitive but I feel that they were talking about me without know me and I don't know questioning my decisions when I don't know if they climb mountains. How I perceive it was like a Latin woman climbing a Canadian mountain solo without any experience

using our resources and I say I love to climb mountains that's it. It's what I do all my life I'm inclined mountains. You sell insurance. Perfect. I inclined mountains. Of course, opinions.

We are in a free country and blah, blah, blah. But people, please be aware that you can affect other people with your comments. And I was weak. Mentally weak. And that affected me a lot. But despite the bitter taste these experiences left, Natalia says her love of mountain climbing remains as strong as ever. These days, she and Camilo split their time between Canada and Argentina,

making the most of the world-class peaks in both hemispheres. My friends ask me the same question over and over again. Are you scared of the mountains now? I say no. The mountains are still the same. It's your choice to take that situation as a learning situation or as a trauma situation. I know mountains are very good teachers. I love to expose myself to certain risks because I know I can handle it.

That is what I do and I love to do that. that. And as for Mount Logan, Natalia still hasn't given up on the idea of reaching the summit one day. I would love to go back, but I think I have to feel the call. I did the most difficult and technical part of the mountain. So for me, that was amazing. And I feel very proud of me to achieve that kind of goal,

because the reach is very intimidating. and especially when it's shaking. So I know the mountain is there, the project was beautiful, and I can go at any time, but now I feel other kind of calls, other mountains are calling me, and I don't feel like

I didn't finish something, you know? It's just part of the experience. Next time on real survival stories, we meet Coast Guard swimmer Michael Odom and his best friend and colleague Mario Vitone. In January 1995, they are part of a team dispatched to rescue the crew of a sailboat, caught in the grip of a merciless winter storm. But when the helicopter's cable malfunctions and fuel runs dangerously low, the crew have

no choice but to leave without Michael. In the open Atlantic, he must fight the overwhelming brutality of the ocean alone. Meanwhile, Mario is racked with guilt for leaving his friend behind, while a potentially fatal scenario of his own starts to take shape. That's next time on real survival stories. without ads and without waiting a week by subscribing to Noisa Plus.