“What do you see?” My friend asked as I climbed through the notch in the rocks above her. “Is that the route? Is that the slab?”
We were almost at the summit of Mt Wetterhorn, a 14,015 foot peak that looked like a shark’s tooth jutting vertically out of the jaws of earth.
“Holy mother!” was my answer back. “Are you kidding me?!”
Realizing I wasn’t really answering her question I continued, “It’s a slab of rock alright! Sliding right down over a cliff..."