onesixsix
Oh, Bother
I watched a documentary a couple of weeks ago following a French woman who was climbing her 14th and final 8000m+ Himalayan summit. One of 42 people to have done it. I don't even need to do the research: I'm sure my people were not part of the other 41.
I went through a phase where I was really enamored with high altitude mountaineering. Not that I would ever want to do it personally. Rather I admired the stories of the climbers and their sheer audacity, bravery, and resilience. Most especially, the early pioneers like Sir Edmond Hillary who's immortalized by the Hillary Step on Everest's South Ascent.
For all intents and purposes, if something goes wrong at those altitudes, you may as well be on the moon because there is very, very little chance of anyone being able to come and help.
The whole endeavor is both wildly fascinating and macabre at the same time; perhaps that's the product of the life and death duality of it all that draws people in to begin with.