Many years ago and far away, my first love was a mountain climber. We didn't work out, primarily about religion, with prompts from his mother, don't get me started, but I've also long thought it shouldn't have worked out, although that took me a while. He married a climber, which I am so not, and I'm guessing they are happy, all this time later.
I'm no mountaineer, though I ate lunch with the group at school for a while and enjoyed it. I somewhat get the engagement with the majesty and the challenge.
I liked the people, by and large, much as with most groups, and this was only over a short time in my lifetime or theirs. I didn't share their purpose and think I knew that through the fuzzyness..
Enough background, this news is tough -
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/10/17/colorado-mountain-climber_n_765724.html
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