That's the Khumbu Ice Fall. And then there's the Western Cwm and the Lhotse Face. All Everest terms. I had to look it up, memory failing me, but as soon as I saw them, I recognized them almost as places I had been. I read every scrap of mountaineering that I could get my hands on when I was sixteen or so. It was my favorite form of reading, apart from Ayn Rand. Annapurna, K-2, Katchenjunga...I devoured books on them all. The north face of the Eiger. It was a flatlander's dream.

From climbing to cookies. Right now, I happy with cookies.