It is stormy out and Kai calls it, we are not moving today. It is snowing and cold with no visibility.

During our late morning breakfast we hear on the radio that a French climber is injured and needs rescue. Melys, one of the National Park Rangers at camp 1, is skiing from tent to tent to ask If anyone speaks French. We reply and she asks if we can help try to get more info about Gilles, the 60 year old man who is asking for rescue. Xavier tries to reach him a few times but no one replies.
After a few hours we manage to speak with him. Melys is in our tent and tells us what to ask him: where is he now, is he safe, what is his injury, when and where did he fall, does he still have his gear and he is able to establish camp?
We work through all these questions, I am speaking on the radio with Giles. A double knee sprain after falling close to the fix lines on the way down between camp W and camp 4. He had to bivy out (sleep outside on the mountain) and rest before he could go down further.

And now the inside story…:
Apparently this guy had been waiting in talkeetna for days trying to find people to climb with and he found no one and then headed alone to the mountain. He had also been spotted in an airport in the USA sleeping on a bench wearing his 8000m summit boots and heavy down jacket. Some guy who had seen him had taken a picture of him, as a joke, and warned the Denali rangers saying that probably he was heading their way. The rangers already had a feeling that there would be issues later on. Fate is sometimes incredible!