Fear. We can let it consume us with certainty of failure — and failure we become — or we can turn it into focus, walk across that ladder, and embrace all we can be, all we want to be.

The 1924 Camp II was the last of the pre-World War II camps on Mount Everest I had yet to find and visit. After some legwork, Sid Pattison and I were able to locate it.

As the dust settles on another Everest season, and our team makes its way across the Tibetan Plateau, I'm haunted both by what I saw on the mountain and by what I'm reading and hearing in the press. Sadly, none of it is new per se; it's feelings and sight and sounds and reactions I've […]

Bits of wire poking out of the rubble. Meaningless trash, yet a physical tether to our collective, inspiring past. I left this bit on an obvious rock. Hopefully someone will notice and dig out its past, it's story. And ours.