I have such fond memories of hanging out at the huts below the glacier in the Cordillera Blanca, chilling at 14k, drinking a beer and eating fried chicken. Looking up at mountains bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

I definitely moved more like a turtle than a hare up there but felt unstoppable in Colorado once I returned.

Ill go back. Too many people who are better than me have died in those mountains, and my family is my focus now, not tall places. I’ll just stick to places I can get with only hiking boots.