It’s the home of Mt. Everest and K2, the highest and second highest points on planet Earth. I have absolutely, positively no need to climb either of them, but it saddens me that these are just a handful of the wonderful sights I will never live to see in person. I can’t even begin to fathom how cold it must be. It doesn’t look like anything could possibly live there, except maybe God. Not much grows there. But people have been living in the Himalayas for thousands of years. It is a mountain range so vast that it stretches across Tibet, Nepal, India, Bhutan and even China. 

But what fascinates me about the Himalayas is that it acts like a drug on certain people. The closer they get to the highest places on Earth, the more compelled they feel to see them, reach out to them and climb to the summit…even if they have to die trying. And only God knows how many didn’t make it. I can only imagine that it’s because it’s the one place on Earth where you can actually see how small you really are in the scheme of things. You are nothing to the Earth…just a speck of dust, in comparison to the Himalayas. They were there long before there were people walking the Earth, and they will be there long after we have all turned to dust.