Words of humor from our beloved, Roger Coffey!

There's a hoof sticking out of a bag sitting in the cook tent. I have to laugh. Apparently, it's Tibetan lamb - and it's a gift. Cherished by our sherpa, eyebrow raising for the western climbers. Truth is, come to Nepal and your eyebrows will raise often. Mine are either tired of raising or I'm simply getting used to unusual sights. For weeks, my water has come from insulated carafs sitting on the table, my warm food is served on ice cold metal plates. I've dined and relaxed in tents, and slept only in a sleeping bag. I left home a physical therapist, I have no idea what I'll be when I reurn - except broke. I can fix a radio, wire a solar panel, configure a satellite phone, manage mountain emergencies, detect and handle altitude illness, and handwash smelly socks. I've lost table manners and I no longer hide blowing my nose. I'm not sure what good I'll be back home except to help Starbucks meet their rent.