Death in High Places

Two friends stand at the foot of the glacier, looking up to Anarchy Ridge. They can''t see the summit of the mountain, only its heaving shoulders, the snow whipping off of the thin blade of the ridge, making arabesques against the impossibly blue sky. As they stand in awe for a long time, gazing up at the seeming impossibility of their trek, the mountain awaits in silence.

But one of the friends i...