It was cold. Space, the air we breathed, the yellow rocks, were deadly cold. There was something ultimate, passionless, and eternal in this cold. It came to us as a single constant note from the depths of space. We stood… — Frank Smythe Copy Share Image
In no other pursuit is the best or the worst in a man brought out as in mountaineering. An old friend of civilization may… — Frank Smythe Copy Share Image
There is something about the Himalayas not possessed by the Alps, something unseen and unknown, a charm that pervades every hour spent among them,… — Frank Smythe Copy Share Image
It was cold. Space, the air we breathed, the yellow rocks, were deadly cold. There was something ultimate, passionless, and eternal in this cold.… — Frank Smythe Copy Share Image
