I will never forget that.

The rest of what you said was good too. I agree, for what it’s worth. Whenever someone makes their way to that inner part of us, in whatever manner they may arrive, something unexplainable transpires. (Like that Carl Jung quote..both are transformed.) And as far as feeling alone, I believe that’s just a matter of perception. We are never as alone as we may feel we are.

There is always something beautiful in the sadness

I am now at the base camp, alone again and have been for a while, unsure of venturing back out onto the harsh Everest. I am tired of climbing. I am tired of climbing alone and I definitely don’t wish to make that trek again with someone who stops just short of the peak. I watch from the window and sometimes think I see a faint torch out there in the distance. Though it may briefly spark the hope that ever resides in me, I’m certain that I am watching someone else’s fate. And I wonder what they will choose in the final moments. Will they make it or will I see another victim of the treacherous mountain walk through the door.

It’s no longer the mountain that scares me. The thin air, the hidden crevasses or even the climbing it alone. What scares me is that someone with faux resolve will convince me to climb again. I hope that now I will be able to ascertain the truth in his eyes. I know what’s there, waiting. It’s a place whose beauty means significantly less without someone to share it with.

So I’ll wait at the base camp where it’s warmer. I have my dreams to keep me company for now. I’m certain there’s a message to unravel.

From one climber to another: it’s worth the glimpse.

And while you mention you like surfing, you don’t mention extreme skiing or snowboarding one way or the other. Wanted to mention I recently put up a post called Why I Love Warren Miller. You’d probably like it.

Oh yeah, thanks for “liking” my post ‘I am not cool.’

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