How Do We Manage Fear When Our Friends Keep On Dying?
"Twelve years ago, I’d tell my mother climbing was no more dangerous than driving. That was before I’d been to a half-dozen climber funerals in the same picnic area in Eldorado Canyon."
"Twelve years ago, I’d tell my mother climbing was no more dangerous than driving. That was before I’d been to a half-dozen climber funerals in the same picnic area in Eldorado Canyon."
The outdoor world drew her in. Life as a guide seemed an ideal. It wasn't as romantic as it looked.