August 21st, 2008 / 3:56 am
I read about how, over and over, you turned back, up the mountain, after barely escaping death yourself. Early in my life, I climbed medium sized peaks in the Andes. In the middle of the night, when we were all freezing in our sleeping bags, my brother would go outside to fix the tents, the roofs dripping wet from our breathing, had fallen in on us and were sticking to our face. Once the only way that I made it up a long sand slide was to follow my brother’s boot steps,
One breath at a time. I know how it feels to return to the refuge, after summiting, completely exhausted. But there was always someone, one of my brothers, or one of our friends, still, with energy to spare, which sometimes had to run errands part-way up, where we have just come down, I didn’t know how they did it. I don’t know how you did it, but I am so proud. I want to be like you, too!