A Tibetan Monastery

Publisher's blurb:

My fingers are frozen. I can hardly write. The cold has penetrated my many layers of wool. As we finally reach the top, a small orange building looks like it's about to be torn down by the blizzard. This monastery perched at the top of this cursed mountain, which we have been climbing for 18 days, is seen as our salvation. It will not replace those taken last night in the avalanche. But it will comfort the survivors. We hope to be able to heal our wounds, sleep a little, and of course pray. Pray for what awaits us on the other side of the slope...