There is a mountain on the Sino-Nepalese border named Everest. In the corrupted words of Sir Edmund Hillary, the simple fact that an 8,848 metre high pile of snow and rocks exists is enough for a man to climb it. The Tibetans name it Holy Mother... simply because the lack of oxygen makes it difficult to pronounce the Tibetan swear words that would follow. Others describe the sub zero vertical passes a kind of hell on Earth. That's why I'm going there. That's the kind of man I am. The slopes will be my bedroom, the crevasses my dining room and the mountain goats my door mat.