George Leigh Mallory is mentioned here; he vanished in 1924 in a climb with another man. Mallory was making his final attempt to reach the top, and it was never known if he did. His body was found in 1999, and it appeared that the fall he took did not kill him outright. His body was so pale and preserved that it looked like alabaster marble.
I dream of the mountains and have lived surrounded by them most of my life. When I read Jon Krakauer's account of the disastrous Everest Expedition of 1996, "Into Thin Air," I was overwhelmed, as I assume were all who read it. It is a tragic, overwhelming story. The telling of the guide Rob Hall's last hours close to the summit is a story that will make you ache long after the words have faded. It does me. That he was able to communicate from near the peak of Everest with his pregnant wife in New Zealand via satellite phone says more than words about the times in which we live. The song "Ghosts of the Ascent" carries all the emotion and insight I can bring to the idea of the conquest of the Earth.