And the ever present danger. One time we were high up on Rainier – and retracing our steps after reaching the crater summit we saw giant ice seracs had fallen down directly on our path that we had crossed only two hours before.
Tonight I finally glimpsed the root of why I climb. This hit me a few minutes ago out of the blue at 1040pm eating dinner in flickering candlelight at the gorgeous and very remote Estancia Colome in northern Argentina. Eating slowly, enjoying the food and internally reflecting on a fun day with softly playing piano music in the background, John Legend’s All of Me.
Mountain climbing taps into a place that is inherently profound and is a direct connection between places on the planet that few see – a steadfast bond between the external world and the internal one. My emotions are heightened along with an acute sensitivity – certainly inspired by great natural beauty and the very strong bonds created with those one is climbing with, but also by something as simplistic and realistic as a lack of oxygen.For those who haven’t had their emotions played with like this, while in an airplane watch a film with a story line involving a character struggle and you will certainly react with a deeper felt sense then if watching the same film at lower elevation.
Climbing mountains provides a heightened emotional connection to both the surrounding natural environment and to one’s inner workings – that one simply doesn’t experience at sea level.