You don't have to travel halfway around the planet to die on a mountain: Mt. McKinley, Alaska, summer of 1967 - the Wilcox Expedition. Seven members reached the top but were caught in a wicked storm on the way down. Never found, they're still up there. I bought the book, "The Hall of the Mountain King", by survivor Howard Snyder, in 1975 and it still resides in my book case.
Denali. Please. Yep, just a nit to pick.
In 1967 it was Mt. McKinley.
When I moved to Fairbanks in 1976, it was Mt. McKinley, in Mt. McKinley National Park.
It's always been McKinley to me, and ,imely always will.
In '76, Denali was favored by the natural, hippy, crowd.
I guess it's caught on since then.
