Among Women in the Mountains: A Female Guide’s Learning from an All-Girls Climb

Our climb began in the pitch-black darkness of a sky with no moon. It was 1 a.m. and I offered to lead our teams out of camp, even though I’d never climbed the Easton Glacier. I could only see the narrow scope of my bright headlamp, so I trusted intuition, weaving around rock outcroppings and crisscrossing across slopes. Step by step, we made slow progress through our obsidian universe.