As we came upon the once lively and boisterous village of Sankhu, all I could see for miles was a city turned into rubble. So many precious lives lost to the wrath of nature. I was shattered. A country that I had come to call my second home had been devastated.
On April 10th, after an unsuccessful attempt at climbing Mt. Everest last year, I was back at base camp to try again. I was excited, determined, and hopeful that I would finally fulfill my dream of standing on the top of the world.