Mount Shasta, far and away Northern California’s dominant peak, rising two vertical miles above its surrounding landscape, is by any metric a serious mountain, 14,000 feet of rock and ice (oh, and on the inside: lava).
People really die up there (though in fairness, it hasn’t been lava’s fault for at least a quarter of a millenium- probably longer).
So yeah, people die up there.
Not me, though. I just fly.
(coming soon: the story behind the photos)