Two friends stand at the foot of the glacier, looking up to Anarchy Ridge. They can't see the summit of the mountain, only its heaving shoulders; the snow whipping off the thin blade of the ridge making arabesques against an impossibly blue sky. As they stand in awe for a long time, gazing up at the stark challenge of their trek, the mountain awaits in silence. But one of the friends is destined never to return from the ridge alive.
