The Fiancé's High Altitude Hit Job
Language: en
Hired as a featured photographer for National Geographic, I was on assignment to shoot the cover story at Mount Kemet. Barely halfway up, my lungs burned, my head throbbed, and my temples hammered like a drum. I recognized the sickening spiral of acute mountain sickness. I scrambled for my emergency oxygen canister and ripped off the cap. But the moment the gas hit my lungs, I knew. I whipped my head toward my fiancé, Marcus, who was standing beside me. “What is this?!” My voice came out as a ridiculous, high-pitched, cartoonish squeak—a squealing toy trying to sound serious. The…