Reinhold Messner My Quest for the Yeti – Reinhold Messner

Making my way through some ash-colored junipers, I suddenly heard an eerie
sound-a whistling noise, similar to the warning call mountain goats make.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the outline of an upright figure dart between
the trees to the edge of the clearing, where low-growing thickets covered the steep slope. The figure hurried on, silent and hunched forward, disappearing
behind a tree only to reappear again against the moonlight. It stopped for a
moment and turned to look at me. Again I heard the whistle, more of an angry
hiss, and for a heartbeat I saw eyes and teeth. The creature towered menac
ingly, its face a gray shadow, its body a black outline. Covered with hair, it
stood upright on two short legs and had powerful arms that hung down almost
to its knees. I guessed it to be over seven feet tall. Its body looked much heav
ier than that of a man of that size, but it moved with such agility and power
toward the edge of the escarpment that I was both startled and relieved.
– From My Quest for the Yeti
Reinhold Messner My Quest for the Yeti (Old And Rare) – Reinhold Messner