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Climbing Everest

There are several approaches to climbing Everest.

Some are easier than some others, none are easy.

This mountain is littered with discarded equipment

and the evidence of loss and unforced errors.

The cold here, at the top of the world,

pierces through your clothes

Like a million acupuncture needles.

The air is so thin

That hypoxia is a constant danger.

There is exhilaration at the summit

For those who reach the top

They stand where Mallory and Irvine stood

before they suffered their fatal drop.

We climb mountains because we are men.

We are addicted to the adrenaline rush.

We climb Everest because it is there.

We climb Everest because we must.

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Written by
john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
Published
Jul 3, 2017
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Andrew "Sandy" Comyn Irvine (8 April 1902 – 8 June 1924) was an English mountaineer who took part in the 1924 British Everest Expedition, the third British expedition to the world's highest (8,848 m) mountain, Mount Everest.

While attempting the first ascent of Mount Everest, he and his climbing partner George Mallory disappeared somewhere high on the mountain's northeast ridge. The pair were last sighted only a few hundred metres from the summit and it is unknown if the pair reached the summit before they perished. Mallory's body was found in 1999, but Irvine's body has never been found.

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