in to thin air # 2

My favorite character so far is Scott Fischer the guide for the mountain madness expedition. I find it is really cool that he made is love for mountaineering is job. He seems like a great guy to climb a mountain with.

"Fischer, forty, was a strapping, gregarious man with a blond ponytail and a surfeit of manic energy.  As a fourteen year old schoolboy in Basking Ridge, New Jersey, he had a chanced upon television program about mountaineering and was enthralled.  The next summer he traveled to Wyoming and enrolled in a Outward Bound-style wilderness course run by the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS).  As soon as he graduated from high school he moved to west permanently, found seasonal employment as a NOLS instructor, placed climbing at the center of his cosmos and never looked back."

Jon Krakaur creates the character of Scott by using good quotes, dense back ground info and descriptive words. For example,  "Bruuuuuuce!" he wheezed with forced cheer, employing his trademark frat-boyish greeting.  When I asked how he was doing, Fischer insisted that he was feeling fine:  "Just dragging ass a little today for some reason.  No big deal."  This easy going attitude is what Jon can portray in this charterer even on the top of the world, that shows some real skill.  One of Fischer most recognizable traits is that he is out standing at climbing.  This is portrayed through Krakaur's use of deep background info from him as a kid watching a mountaineering show to him getting paid to lead tours up some of the tallest mountains.  What is also shown is his need to be the best at climbing and how it bothers him that he doesn't have more respect as a climber.  "Recognition was important to Scott," says Jane Bromet, his publicist, confidant, and occasional training partner, who accompanied the Mountain Madness expedition to Base Camp to file Internet reports for Outside Online.  "He ached for it.  He had a venerable side that most people didn't see; it really bothered him that he wasn't more widely respected as a but-kicking climber.  He felt slighted and it hurt."

I think some one that would be fun to write a charter description of would be would be my uncle chuck.

My uncle had this permanent smell of cigarette smoke in his favorite worn out leather jacket that he attempted to mask with an over load of cologne and Extra Mint gum you could smell him from a mile and a half away.  He was about six one with a worn out look to is slightly grey hair.  He would always say "If your gona be dumb you better be tough." and " I graduated form the university of hard knocks.