What do you do when the only way across a raging river is on a bridge that you really don’t trust? You cross it, of course, or you stay on the wrong side forever. Here, the late Kip Garre walks the plank during a 2009 ski expedition to the northwest corner of Nepal, after some aphrodisiac peddlers swore the bridge would hold.
Ever since this trip, whenever fall starts to show its face in Colorado, I think of the many adventurers who are setting out on expeditions into the planet’s greatest mountain range. If you happen to be one of them this year, may your travels be safe, fulfilling and unpredictable.