Remembering Chris Boskoff
Hard to imagine it was ten years ago that Christine Boskoff and Charlie Fowler died in the remote mountains of Tibet. On a recent trip to Nepal, Kili Sherpa and I reminisced about her, how they met, which was a series of coincidental meetings in random places in the Everest region, and our amazement of how time flies.
2016 was a year full of such markings of time; it was ten years since Chris passed and twenty years after Scott died on Everest. Perhaps overshadowed some by Scott’s legacy and larger than-life personality, Chris also led her life to its fullest, somewhat more quietly I suppose, but no less remarkable. She was at the time considered the premier female high-altitude climber of the world, with no less than six ascents of 8,000-meter peaks.
And as much as she began to shun the limelight towards the end, which for so many reasons had already sent her in a trajectory of fame, she chose to climb for herself, in more of the true spirit of mountaineering; that of self-discovery, psychical challenge, immersion in the natural world, and a connection to mountain cultures. It was a life to be noted! Thinking about you Chris.
Posted by Mark Gunlogson
Please take the time to read some accounts of Chris below and some stories of the drama that unfolded with her and Charlie’s disappearance.