Given that I am also reading two other books, and listening to a third audio-book, I am still working through this delightful gem. And while I may not be able to relate too well to the chapters about heinous Canadian nordwands, or alpine style Himalayan adventures, reading about his early exploits on ice and his first trip to Chamonix sure do bring back memories ... melting ice screw cores out in your shirt, flying Freddie Laker to London, the Biolay, and carrying around the coffee table book THE 100 FINEST ROUTES IN MONT BLANC wherever I went.
