I finished Eiger Dreams by Jon Krakauer last night. It was a magnificent book and I felt cold reading it even though it was probably 29 degrees and I was wrapped in my blanket. There's something strange and gripping about people climbing up thousands of feet of sheer rock and ice with death below their feet. I dreamt of mountains and snow capped peaks and the people on them. It was the best sleep I've had for what feels like years.