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thought I'd share this, rough form as it's in. I had a lot of trouble on this trip with elevation sickness - I've had my share of issues the last few years, and perhaps this trip was over ambitious in some ways for me. I was lucky, very lucky, to have two trip partners who were alert, aware, accommodating, easy going and sympathetic - Dave and Ken, I really, really can't ever thank you enough for helping me through a couple rough patches and being there. At times I felt great, which only magnified the times when things became very challenging very fast for me - you two guys really made it possible for me to finish this trip and changed my perspective somewhat on what matters, and it is exactly who you are that matters. It's people, friends, like Dave and Ken that make the trips - the challenges, the beauty are all essential and amazing elements, but it's the human element that makes the trip, that makes it a life experience. Thanks guys.
So Alive
I've never felt so vulnerable, so weak so alive the mountains, thin air, ice fields, boulders the pounding sun all at once magnificent stark gigantically gigantic immesurably unbelievably vast grey stone granite rock, lasting age-d cold
I look back down and there they are keeping me going Dave, much younger and stronger staying behind compassion I never knew at his age only strive for now he's making sure he's keeping Ken in sight and me in sight, in check pacing me from behind and there is Ken, too with a smiling nod we are all here all climbing, climbing, climbing heart pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding and there is that last lake before the big climb ever smaller, ever smaller
gasping I climb in front amazed at what I do especially after my earlier troubles but I'm not in front to race not to race Ken or Dave only time a race I know can't be won I don't tell them about the irregular heart beats racing the dizzy, nausea up here, out here, this far the cold stone and frozen snow and miles left to go so far so cold
Up, up, up to the top it's not my day to die which is a joy I cannot lie many miles to go i think of Frost many more miles to go each step one more in time each step is mine for now
the stone, the sky, the rock, the ice the vastness and beauty and timelessness watches on it's not my day to die i've never felt so vulnerable, so weak so alive
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