It’s 11:30 in the morning on a Saturday and I’m going to miss my flight back to Tahoe from LA. The distance from the check-in desk to the Terminal 8 gates, where the small regional jets fly from, is just too long. Sure, I’ve summited Everest 6 times, stood on top of hundreds of 6,000-meter peak summits, summited three 8,000-meter peaks in under a month, and skied 8000-meter peaks that have never been skied. But right now, Gate 83 looks like K2 on top of Everest, with an El Cap or two mixed in. It is not going to happen.