Passages - Chapter 3 | Llullaillaco, Chile: A Case of Mistaken Identity

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The sky here is absent those silver needles that weave our world together.

Altitude has a perfidious way of robbing me of my mental abilities when I don't even know my pocket is being picked.

You can lose your path any number of ways on a journey to the top, sometimes thinking the mountain gods are playing whimsical tricks, negating all you know and understand about your climbing craft and thinking some place, far away, perhaps in a parallel universe, resides your real, knowing self.