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K2 is near the northernmost border of Kashmir. Although it is the second highest mountain in the world, it is, nevertheless, the most difficult to climb, because the last mile and a half consists of sheer, vertical rock, with sub-zero winds that are ferocious.

It’s a mountain that has such a history of disasters that nobody tries to climb it anymore, and this is why I decided to attempt it.

Now, the conventional approach would be to hire seasoned, professional climbers - sponsored by a sporting club or adventure magazine or National Geographic - the purpose being to conquer the unassailable for the sheer, giddy triumph of achieving the act, and take photographs, and plant a flag, install a plaque.

But I decided I’d be going with my friend, Aaron, who’s a CPA, and with an eclectic group of people consisting of a proctologist; an existential philosopher; an expert in Near Eastern affairs; a purchasing agent from a small, Midwestern manufacturing concern; the principal bassoonist of the Cleveland Symphony Orchestra; and a second circuit judge from the State of New York - among others.

No one had any mountain climbing experience, and this was very important.

From Joe Frank’s masterpiece, “Mountain Rain,” 19 minutes of which is excerpted here. As for my lousy transcription, mea effing culpa. I don’t type so good when I’m 100% absorbed by the prowess of such a master minstrel.

Do yourself a favor. Set aside 19 minutes and listen. It’s got everything. You won’t regret it.