Mt. Blanc, 1976
I was twenty-one years old, fresh out of St. Stephen’s College, and I had already crossed the Himalayas on foot. Mont Blanc, I told myself, was practically a day trip. How wrong I was.
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I was twenty-one years old, fresh out of St. Stephen’s College, and I had already crossed the Himalayas on foot. Mont Blanc, I told myself, was practically a day trip. How wrong I was.