[leadin]Both epic and succinct, with spectacular scenery and relatable thoughts on the risks climbers take, Meru will appeal to both hard-core climbers and flat-landers alike.[/leadin]
Shortly after the 1996 Everest disaster chronicled by Into Thin Air, my dad, having read the book and seen the IMAX film shot simultaneously, posited this:
“I can’t imagine having a hobby,” he said, “where I might wind up talking to my family on a satellite phone while I’m freezing to death, knowing I’ll never see them again.”
He was right, of course – climbing is irrational, almost absurd. The risk high alpine and big-wall pioneers take for immaterial rewards makes no sense on paper. And even at age 10 or 11 – which I was in the late ’90s – I got that.
But I didn’t feel like my dad was giving it a fair shake. I hadn’t spent any time up a wall at that point, but I understood the appeal – the thrill of topping out, of growing stronger, of conquering something big.