AS I ACED THE
MATTERHORN
Fourteen-thousand feet meant
nothing to me. I was a lounge-lizard
atop a very high stage. Drinks in
hand, everyone else began jumping.
The guidebook said there were bodies
up there - climbers who'd fallen or
died in the snow. Left up there?
Ohers buried down below. In
Zematt, I think it was.
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The Swiss Alps were no fun at all.
Switzerland, or Italy. Right there
it's anyone's call.
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