Tenzing Norgay at the summit of Mount Everest. May 29th, 1953. 11:30am.
“We didn’t waste any time. I started cutting steps again, seeking now rather anxiously for signs of the summit. We seemed to go on forever, tired now and moving rather slowly. In the distance I could see the barren plateau of Tibet. I looked up to the right and there was a rounded snowy dome. It must be the summit! We drew closer together as Tenzing brought in the slack on the rope. I continued cutting a line of steps upward. Next moment I had moved onto a flattish exposed area of snow with nothing but space in every direction. Tenzing quickly joined me and we looked around in wonder. To our immense satisfaction, we realized we had reached the top of the world!
“It was 11:30 a.m. on 29th May 1953. In typical Anglo-Saxon fashion, I stretched out my arm for a handshake, but this was not enough for Tenzing who threw his arms around my shoulders in a mighty hug and I hugged him back in return. With a feeling of mild surprise, I realized that Tenzing was perhaps more excited at our success than I was.”
-VIEW FROM THE SUMMIT, Sir Edmund Hillary
60 years ago right about now, a beekeeper from New Zealand and a Nepalese sherpa were just about done with their 15 minutes of high-fiving and feeling like the literal kings of fuck mountain.
And 60 years later, I get to write a comic because of it. Everything makes a weird sort of sense, because it makes no sense at all.