My backpack has an illustrious history with me. I've lived out of it for weeks packing around Europe. Strapped it on the roof of a van and traveled through the High Atlas to a sahara in Morocco (it still has traces of the red dust). Trekked the Rockies. Trained with it while walking the dogs. Trekked Peru. And Patagonia. Finally, proving I was not yet to old for at least some soft adventure, lived out of it for 6 weeks through Australia and New Zealand this Christmas.

All and all, I took that pack to 5 continents.

Last month, a coworker borrowed it to take it to its sixth continent and I am totally jealous of the trip. Without further ado, here is my beloved backpack in the shadow of Mount Everest: