I Took a Step Over a Crevasse. I Didn’t Expect to Find Myself on the Other Side.
I don’t remember the color of the sunrise that morning on Rainier, only that it never touched the shadows beneath the snow bridge.
I don’t remember the color of the sunrise that morning on Rainier, only that it never touched the shadows beneath the snow bridge.
The respected mountain guide was on a fixed rope, approaching the top, when she slipped out of her harness. A friend remembers a pioneering climber and a loss 40 years ago this month.