March 2000 Archives
Five months after the fact, I found myself reading about Alex Lowe's death in Tibet.
I don't know a thing about him, except that he was one of the most versatile climbers in the world. He could climb anything, any way.
He was 40 years old when he and two other climbers summited Great Trango Tower together on July 29, 1999. He led the first four pitches of the day, though he was battling a horrible cold.
The last hour has been filled with his voice and image, as I've been watching the event all over again. I climb a little, but nothing like this man. And I'm mourning his loss now, though I never knew him at all.
Yesterday, a woman went hard at my teeth with a set of sharp objects. I emerged with the cleanest smile I've had in years.
We're counting down to the wedding, and we've found ourselves saying "...teen" a lot these last few days.
It was supposed to rain all week, but the sky is blue and the sun is coaxing life back into the trees around my office. Life is showing, barely.