ABSTRACT
The author was almost at the top of Thorong-La Pass in Nepal. As he climbed the steps to a higher elevation, he could only think of things to come. The day had started at a balmy negative fifteen degrees and progressed to have the sun mercilessly beating down after a four am ascent. It was the whole reason for this little adventure to Nepal, the culmination of a father–son trip, reaching even higher than Everest base camp. As they treasured their accomplishment from the top, the author thought that the view of Buddhist prayer pennants fluttering in the sometimes blustering gale and gentle breeze was an apt reflection of the extremes of life. He wish he could end with a pithy one-liner but that would be doing his adventure a disservice; it could not be so easily compressed like that.
