As many of you know, one of my favorite things to do is climb things. particularly mountains. particularly ice covered mountains.
A mountaineer that I admire greatly is Steve House. He is the brother of my mom's close friend and coworker, and he does some amazing things. In March, he had a pretty rough accident. I thought I should share his blog with you all today, as he reflects on how that accident has affected him as a person. He shares a sentiment that I think is REALLY important for all climbers to keep in mind: " I fell because I was 100% sure I would not fall. Or at least I fell such a distance, around eighty feet, for that reason. I did not give as much attention to my protection as I would have if I was scared or intimidated by the pitch. I wasn’t scared at all. Quite the opposite: I was rushing. I was climbing as if I couldn’t fall. As if I was invincible. I was being cocky." None of us are invincible.
anyways, here's Steve's blog the things he's done are things I dream of doing.
I'm off for the next few days, doing a little bit of backpacking in the Salmon-Huckleberry Wilderness with my new boyfriend and his "bros". See y'all Wednesday.