There it was again, the noise in my head getting all out of focus. The type of noise that you hear in the movies when someone is paralyzed, suffocated, the one that you hear at the hospital when a heart stops beating. Yeah, you know which type of noise by now. I knew what I needed: high altitude. Mountains are the true stairway to heaven and the ones that discover this cannot resist the temptation to get back on track, back to the wild, back to the calm of a quiet night by the fire.