Nepal, 2009 I don’t love Everest. At least not anymore. Once upon a time the name had conjured up romance and adventure, but that was before I’d seen the long conga lines of inexperienced, wannabe mountaineers shuffling toward the summit. Each one had coughed up the price of a luxury car, just so they can take that selfie at the top of the world. Ha-ha guys, the text messages would brag, Top of the World. This was my third season guiding tourist climbers, and maybe my last. Give me Denali in Alaska, Annapurna, or K2. Somewhere clean and fresh without
Death Zone
