climbing K2.. a mission you had been drooling for from the day you could walk. your father was the one taking you on extreme mountain climbs from when you were just 5 years old. And now, after his death, you decided to finish what “you were born to” his own words.

working, saving up, and meeting the proper age requirement, in your eyes, to climb, you signed up for the K2 ascend.. August 12th

the date was slowly approaching, you had to pack, purchase expensive gear and equipment, but it was all worth it right? it had to..

August 11th, 17:48, you arrived at the base camp where the guide and other climbers stayed, staying over till the next day for the ascend.. walking into the ‘living room’ of the shared cabin house, which was huge, you saw both men and women, all seemed older than you.. though in your eyes, they all lacked experience.. they looked it atleast..

your father being one of a kind.. on the more narcissistic side, you lacked empathy, but who cares, right? you’re just here to climb