Upon arrival at the brisk base camp I was surprised to find it deserted except for a few Tibetan entrepreneurs who set up tea houses in large canvas military tents marked by cutsie handwritten signs. If only America would turn military bases into chai camps. As I ventured past the tents I found myself spending the day alone with the tallest mountain in the world. Not to belittle the famous mound but the base camp is already 15,000 feet high and instead of a gigantic pyramid crashing into the heavens Everest looked more like a majestic, snow dusted running shoe. Incredibly inspiring despite the Nike-like configuration.