Reed Magazine | Life and Death in the Valley of the Moon
“Later that evening, a group of Sherpas appeared at our door, utterly exhausted. They had carried the injured porter on their backs for six hours through darkness over treacherous ground. He was tied into a doko (basket), set down on the floor amongst the crowd of his comrades, in dire straits— shaking from trauma and hypothermia, moaning through a clenched jaw, eyes swollen shut, his clothes soaked with blood and urine.”
This kind of remote, challenging work is exactly what I am thinking of when I consider medical school. Wilderness medicine might just be the reason I start working on the pre-requistes this year.