Mountaineer Jim Morrison hopped left on his skis, sending trickles of snow down a sheer gully on the North Face of Mount Everest, then he hopped to the right, his breath heavy in the oxygen-thin air.

I’ve heard the name, but to be totally honest, I have no idea who the Liver King is. Is it a riff on the late Jim Morrison, aka the Lizard King? Because if so, ol’ Jim is rolling over in his Paris ...