When I returned to my office in Austria after my Kailash trip, Ruth, my secretary of many years, handed me a letter from Kodak.
"The roll of Kodachrome slide film you sent us for development was damaged during delivery," the letter read. "Unfortunately, we will be unable to develop it. As a gesture of goodwill, we are happy to enclose a new roll."
The damaged roll had contained shots of the prints in the snow. My clearest proof to date had been destroyed.