When I first decided to climb Stok Kangri in the Winter, everyone thought I was crazy. Even the locals in the town of Leh were shocked, asking us why we had come there to die. And in some ways they had a point. When you set out to do something almost no one has done before, the fear of the unknown is undeniable. And the cold - oh man the cold. There is absolutely no respite from it. It creeps in through the 6 layers you have on, and casually sets up shop in your soul. The high altitude regions of the Himalayas are a daunting place any time of the year, but they are especially unforgiving in the Winter. It got the best of me back then, but I have zero shame in admitting that. When I look back at that time, I can only marvel at the Goliath force that is nature. This expedition broke me in more ways than one, but the truth is - the world breaks everybody. And afterwards, some of us are strong at the broken places. And that’s all that we can hope for, really.