I think back to 1923 when George Lee Mallory and his friend attempted to climb Everest. I don’t think they know yet whether either ever made it.
It once was a romantic notion of adventure, to do something no one had done.
Now a beautiful mountain has been destroyed and become a tourist attraction. No telling how much trash and debris is there, how many bodies are there and yet they keep coming in bigger numbers contributing to the destruction of the mountain they claim to love and want to preserve.
What a mess and gross amount of hypocrisy.