![]() ![]() ![]() He tripped over a colleague’s foot as he pushed out the door, heading for the police toolbox. ![]() The nearest PSB officer paused for a moment, stymied by Callahan’s Mandarin accent. “Can we get a bolt cutter in here?” he asked. ![]() Christine, dammit woman, Callahan thought, please tell me you’ve left something in here to give us a clue where you’ve gone. In short, nobody knew where the hell they were. No permits had been requested to help aid the massive hunt. This time, no plan had been left to track their whereabouts. It was an area they’d returned to again and again. Both the terrain and the people in the area near the Tibetan border had captivated Charlie for decades, and now Chris shared his fascination. Explore the SunLit archives at /sunlit.Īt age thirty-two, Callahan was an accomplished mountaineer himself who’d led trips for Mountain Madness and understood the draw of remote peaks in this part of the world. SunLit Excerpt: In "Edge of the Map," a true story of climbers lost in China CloseĮach week, The Colorado Sun and Colorado Humanities & Center For The Book feature an excerpt from a Colorado book and an interview with the author. ![]()
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