Paul Firth
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/ 9 September 2008

The ghosts of high altitude

Some years ago, while climbing in thin air, I met a man who wasn’t there. I had climbed solo to the mountain peak of Aconcagua in the Argentine Andes. Being fit and foolish, I had climbed too rapidly for adequate acclimatisation to occur. As I staggered down from the 6 959m summitI felt the powerful sensation of being accompanied by somebody.