Sobered Up

When I tell people that I’ve climbed up something (or will attempt to climb up something) the typical response is “oh, how high is it?” as if that is the metric to gauge its danger or difficulty.  The reality of course is that any mountain, at pretty much any altitude, can kill even if you aren’t thinking that.  This past month brought home to me a sobering reinforcement of that reality.  A climber on Mt. Adams fell and eventually died on the slopes before a rescue could be successfully completed.  Continue reading “Sobered Up”

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