Six years training and preparing to climb that mountain. After I returned all I could dream about, when I could sleep, was climbing up the mountain, to camp 3, to another camp on another dream mountain, walking alone on the Cambrian ocean floor, living in a tent, walking over the bridges into the Khumbu, alone, sometimes with friends or a Sherpa guide. In the airport in Kathmandu I was reading the pages of the book of Mosiah that I carried up the mountain, in the airport, sitting next to a young monk on his way to Bangalore. He was pleased to know that I knew he was from Bouda. He seemed curious about what I was reading so now, a young monk on the way to Bangalore has the Book of Mosiah. How can I explain all of this, from meeting Chris in Las Vegas in the shadow of the black pyramid to meeting Chris again in Las Vegas six years later?
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