I had to do only three things from then on. The first required me to finish Manaslu and the final mountain, hopefully Shishapangma, possibly Dhaulagiri and Everest, before bringing Mum and Dad together under the same roof once more as the second. The third was to make the world pay attention to some of the damage we’d been inflicting upon the environment. And with the eyes of the climbing community upon me, I decided that Manaslu wasn’t simply a peak to be crossed off the list; it felt like a platform.
