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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 29 June 1902
In the early morning the wind was so high that we could not start. Knowles [Guy Knowles] was ill as well as Eckenstein [Oscar Eckenstein]. The rest of us took advantage of the lull to go up on ski in direction of the Pass. I had only expected to be out for ten minutes, and had not taken my snow goggles; but the weather got finer and finer and I was tempted to go on—like a fool.
About 4 o’clock a furious wind sprang up. My tent was loose; a violent snowstorm began to rage about half-past six: I rushed across to the cooking tent to prepare some food and found a Balti (of whom we had retained five) out in the snowstorm saying his prayers!
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