It should have been - or at least should have felt - pretty darn perfect. After years of dreaming and a couple of failed attempts, I was standing on the summit of Everest. It was just Karma Rita and me, alone on top of the world. Like me, Karma was on top for his first […]

What is the meaning of life? It's a question we all ponder at some point, and perhaps never really understand until we're faced with it's inevitable end and the comprehension that brings.

In 1997 on Cho Oyu, and again in 1999 on Everest, I saw the indefatigable strength of Ukrainian climbers. Today, we see the same in the Ukrainian people, fighting for their nation against Putin's aggression.

History repeats itself...but not always with horror. There are repetitions of beauty as well.