Remember when you went out to climb, and when you went out to climb it wasn't about the grade, or the status, or anything you were trying to prove to anyone, anywhere, about anything? Remember when you went out to climb, and it was about the beauty of the mountains, and it was about being there, in a moment, and moments that lasted weeks, fading softly, dimly, but never forgotten? Do you remember when you climbed, and climbing was about two things: getting up the thing, and getting down it again?
Remember when you went out to climb and it was about being with good friends, some of the very best friends you'll ever have in your life, and you had fun?
Do you remember?
I had just about forgotten.
It was good to jog the memory.
Day the First
Brian Connors approaching Landslide Gully, Mount Webster, NEI 3 III. The route is approximately 2,500' long. We had been turned around on it in February of 2001, due to poor weather, shrinking courage and cluelessness. Today... well, we had good weather. |