Sometimes we learn the most profound lessons in the most surprising of places and from the most surprising of people.

(I planned to write, well, finish and post, my thoughts on Mallory & Irvine's summit day today, but it needs a bit more work, and frankly I've been swamped. So, that'll have to wait till next week. But, in the meantime, I came across this post and inspriational story...enjoy.) I say it a lot - […]

I suppose we go to Mount Everest, granted the opportunity, because—in a word—we can’t help it. Or, to state the matter rather differently, because we are mountaineers…. To refuse the adventure is to run the risk of drying up like a pea in its shell.

It was on this day (June 18th) in 1886 that George Herbert Leigh Mallory was born in Moberly, Cheshire to a clergyman. I have written plenty about he and Andrew Irvine’s fateful summit bid on Mount Everest on June 8, 1924, and won’t repeat myself here. But, in some pretty exciting news, my friend Conrad […]