A New Blog. An Old Pursuit.
To paraphrase Browning, “But a man’s reach should always exceed his grasp.”
After 30+ years of climbing, skiing, running, swimming, fishing, biking, music, career, marriage and friendships, it’s funny how mountain climbing can be such a great metaphor for it all. At least it helps me grasp some understanding.
In my blog, I hope to shed light on, and make light of, those foibles in life that make us what we are. In climbing, as in life, there are those moments that strip away all pretense and expose who we really are. When the only way out is up, and it’s not a good option but we have to go with it. At those times when you realize that you’ve crossed over from total commitment to being totally committed regardless, something inside a human soul can shine and make all the difference.
I hope to be able to reflect some of those moments and, quite possibly, really embarrass some old friends.
In the mean time, please be patient as I work to master WordPress and I’ll see what I can do to create a little humor, some good gear recommendations, highlight some great and not so great travel, and help us all get through another day by realizing that we’re all connected. But it’s those hurdles we clear on a daily basis that can make those connections a bit difficult to decipher and feel.
The shot accompanying this post was taken as I lay on the summit of Aconcagua in Argentina. Trying to breath at 22,900+ feet, watching a raging storm rolling in, and thinking of the great red wine and BBQ in Mendoza. It was my third attempt and I learned a bit about preparation and tenacity at the same time. I guess I’m a slow learner.