When I look at the photograph, I sometimes think of the three of us that morning, each in our own way grateful for the privilege of bearing witness to the majesty of the wild world. In the years that followed, all three of us would remain loyal to our passion for climbing high mountains in remote places, but I alone would survive. I remember Chris’s grin, the way he tried to laugh away the burdens of his life, and Jonathan’s smile, the way it reflected how he had learned, at an early age, to avoid an attachment to gain or fear of loss.
