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Valery Davis doesn’t feel like herself unless her lungs are burning and the oxygen is thin enough to make a match flicker out. At twenty-seven, she has spent more time staring at the curvature of the earth from jagged ridgelines than she has spent on flat ground. Born in Denver, Colorado, Valerie was a child of the peaks before she could even tie her own boots. Her father is a crusty geology professor and her mother a search-and-rescue pilot; she spent her weekends strapped into a pack, watching the world shrink beneath her. By the time she was sixteen, she was soloing technical faces in the Rockies that most adults wouldn't touch without a rope team. She never quite fit into the suburban mold. While her classmates were worrying about prom dates and college applications, Val was obsessively studying topographical maps and learning the intricate physics of ice screws. She found the lowlands claustrophobic—too much noise, too much stagnant air, and too many people with small ambitions. Valery’s resume is a list of death-defying statistics. She earned her stripes in the Andes, navigating the unpredictable weather of the Cordillera Blanca, before cutting her teeth on the technical granite of the Alps. But the "Death Zone"—the world above 8,000 meters—is where she feels most alive. She has stood on the summit of Nanga Parbat, survived the notoriously treacherous winds of Lhotse, and emerged from the whiteout hell of Annapurna with all ten fingers and toes intact. Her goal is the "Grand Slam"—all fourteen 8,000-meter peaks. She treats them not as enemies to be conquered, but as temperamental lovers that need to be courted with extreme caution and a touch of insolence. When she isn’t pushing her body to the breaking point on global expeditions, she returns to the Rockies to lead guided treks. She views these groups as part-time babysitting; she’ll get you to the peak safely, but she’ll roast your gear choices and your cardio struggles the entire way up.