Just got back from freezing a part of me that's hard to thaw out on Mexico's highest mountain: Pico de Orizaba. Some New Year's reflections are in order. To guard my rep as a fearless adventurer and journalist, I showed up at base camp without any high-tech equipment. (Except for the expandable, long-lasting, him-a-layin' recreational pole that nature hung on my sleek durable frame.) Why would I do this? In gathering material for my next book Fresh Wind & Strange Fire, I'm completely ready to give my life on behalf of you loyal readers. Even those too damn cheap to buy my critically-acclaimed Sacred Ground & Holy Water.
