I Respect Everest Very Much.

Big Mountains Are A Completely Different World: Snow, Ice, Rocks, Sky, And Thin Air. You Cannot Conquer Them, Only Rise To Their Height For A Short Time; And For That They Demand A Great Deal. The Struggle Is Not With The Enemy, Or A Competitor Like In Sports, But With Yourself, With The Feelings Of Weakness And Inadequacy. That Struggle Appeals To Me. It Is Why I Became A Mountaineer.

People Respected My Experience, They Hire Me, They Pay Me What I Am Worth To Coach Their Team.

I Don't Know What Being An Everest Guide Means. I Am A Coach, Not A Guide.

Mountains Have The Power To Call Us Into Their Realms And There, Left Forever, Are Our Friends Whose Great Souls Were Longing For The Heights. Do Not Forget The Mountaineers Who Have Not Returned From The Summits.

Mountains Are Cathedrals: Grand And Pure, The Houses Of My Religion. I Go To Them As Humans Go To Worship...from Their Lofty Summits, I View My Past, Dream Of The Future, And With Unusual Acuity I Am Allowed To Experience The Present Moment. My Strength Renewed, My Vision Cleared, In The Mountains I Celebrate Creation. On Each Journey I Am Reborn.