Sunday, March 09, 2014
I read Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air (his account of tragedy on the peak in 1996) last year and have been obsessed with Mount Everest ever since. Right now I am powering through episodes of Everest: Beyond the Limit on YouTube. I can't stop.
There is something about the sight of that mountain that just gets under my skin.
I can't climb it. Ever. I'm terrified of heights. But still...
This is me, just over three-quarters of the way through a two-day, 24-kilometer trek up and down 1100 meters of rock, ash, ice and snow in Iceland. I had just crossed an impossible piece of crumbling path along a narrow ledge hundreds of feet above a gorge...with a 30 pound pack on my back. I made it to camp several hours later and lay awake in my bunk, reliving the experience, afraid to fall asleep because I kept slipping into nightmares about it.
Oddly, I loved it.
So I get why people want to climb Everest. And while the world's highest peak is out of my league (and price range), I think I could train and tackle a smaller trek, one that does not require serious rock climbing skills, just a good long hike at moderate altitudes.
I think I will, in fact.