"We'd reached just over 17,000 feet on our 21,000-foot virgin peak when continuing snowfalls made us fear a trap. … We could keep on climbing in relative safety, maybe even to the summit, but what about the descent? As darkness fell and the heavy snowfall continued, we decided that staying high was not worth the risk. … It had been an interesting test, and we discussed it a lot. We had stopped ourselves based purely on an intellectual judgment — a calculated evaluation of unseen risks. After flying halfway around the world and devoting a month of our lives expecting to attain a climber's ultimate dream — bagging a spectacular virgin peak by a beautiful line — we backed off because of what might be lurking in future snow layers. We felt frustrated, disappointed, and yet pleased that wisdom had prevailed over ambition."