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Stretched to the limit, the teamwhich included left to right videographer Renan Ozturk, author Mark Jenkins, photographer Cory Richards, climber Emily Harrington, and expedition leader Hilaree ONeillbegan running low on food on the hike out. None of us anticipated wed get that strung out, says Cory. Renan and I halt in a small rock recess overlooking the north face of the mountain. Through blowing spindrift we can see Cory traversing another expanse of snow. It is too dangerous for Renan and me to keep moving. Again, we must wait. We huddle close, but were still freezing. The wind swirls around our bodies, howling and biting at us like invisible hyenas. My feet are turnaround cold, Renan says. What he means is that theyre close to frostbite. I wonder, for at least the tenth time on this expedition, whether this is the end of our quest to climb the highest peak in Myanmara journey that has pushed us to our physical and emotional limits. Far below us on the mountain, our other team members are pulling for us in spirit. Our base camp manager, Taylor Rees, is at the foot of the mountain. The previous day we left Hilaree ONeill and Emily Harrington at camp 3, a tent nested on a snowy ridgeline, where our weary team had a bitter argument over who would try for the summit. I tell Renan to take off his boots and place his feet underneath my down parka, against my chest. He has socks on, and my chest isnt exactly a furnace, but its the best we can do. When Cory makes his way around a rock buttress, we start moving. An hour passes before we finally regroup on a thin ledge. Our immediate goal remains far above usthe crest of the west ridge, glistening like the edge of a sword. My lead, Renan says. He begins climbing, woodenly kicking his crampons into the snow. He disappears into the sun. The rope tightens, and Cory takes off. After he vanishes, I follow. When I reach the ridge and push my ice crusted face into the sun, its like poking my head into heaven. The sudden warmth renews my hope. I pull my body onto the ridge, and a blanket of sunlight envelops me. After the dark, soul sucking cold of the north face, it feels like rebirth. Renan and Cory have dropped over the ridge to get out of the wind and discovered a stone platform hanging above the south face. The sun is spread over the rock like honey. Lunch ledge I bellow, christening our aerie. Within minutes Ive got our tiny stove roaring. Renan takes off his boots and begins rubbing his toes. Cory gets out his camera and begins snapping pictures. After more than a week of climbing, this is the first time we can actually see the summit a steep, shining pyramid of snow. But we can also see what we have left to climb a menacing, serrated ridge of rock and snow, guarded by a dozen dagger like pinnacles. NGM MapsLets do an old school adventure, Hilaree had said, an expedition to someplace still remote and unknown. It was the spring of 2. Mount Everest. Hilaree is the toughest woman Ive ever met. After summiting Everest, she climbed its neighbor, Lhotse, with two torn ligaments in her ankle. We had a lot in common. Both of us had grown up loving mountains. We were both married with two kids and trying to find a way to balance family life with expeditions. And we were both disillusioned by Everests commercialism and crowds. We needed to get back to what made us climbers to begin with. But finding someplace truly remote is tricky. A plane will take you to the North or South Pole, you can hop a helicopter to the base camp of Everest or Makalu, tourist boats cruise the Nile and the Amazon. Real remotenesssomewhere that requires days or even weeks of walking just to reachhas almost vanished from Earth. And yet I knew a place, a mountain that had long held me in its thrall. But because of my private history with it, I was reluctant to say anything. Eventually, after bouncing ideas back and forthPakistan, Papua New Guinea, Kazakhstanmy enthusiasm got the best of me. What about, I hesitated, Hkakabo RaziHkakabo Razi pronounced KA kuh bo RAH zee is said to be the highest peak in Southeast Asia. It is a jagged massif of black rock and white glaciers that rises improbably out of the steaming green jungles of northern Myanmar. Located just beyond the eastern edge of the Himalaya, on the border with Tibet, it was first measured by a British survey published in 1. It is a peak so remote, few climbers have heard of it even today. Getting to the mountain would require a two week trek through dense jungle riven with plunging gorges and inhabited by venomous snakes. Hilaree was hooked immediately. We were planning our expedition before we left Kathmandu. I had learned of Hkakabo in the 1. I picked up a yellowed copy of Burmas Icy Mountains by British explorer Francis Kingdon Ward. It described his 1. Hkakabo Razi solo. He reached almost 1. The Rawang were not immune to the vagaries of the jungle. A toddler was brought to us with infected insect bites. A tribal elder told me, Everyone here either gets better on their own or dies. Kingdon Wards powers, as I learned from reading his many other books, were protean. A brilliant botanist, lyrical writer, indefatigable plant hunter, and purportedly a British spy, Kingdon Ward was one of those hard as iron adventurers in the mold of polar voyager Roald Amundsen or Amazonian explorer Percy Fawcett.