After Carlo dealt with his upset stomach, the team filed out onto a land of scattered erratics running along the earth-encrusted glacier. As they poled along, Frank dropped back and joined Greg. “So what are your thoughts on Sagarmatha so far?”
“Different than what I expected.”
“I bet,” Frank said, shimmying his pack up his shoulder.
Greg scuffed along on the hardpan soil. “It’s crowded up here.”
“We do get a lot of trekkers going through the mountains.”
Greg shrugged. “Yeah, more than I expected. I’m glad I don’t live in Kathmandu, I couldn’t deal with that mess every day.”
“Me either,” Frank agreed, staring off over the barren terrain leading up to the foothills. He took a drink from his CamelBak. “It’s why I live up here.”
“You always been up here on the mountains?”
“Most of my
