October 2016

“Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?” — Jane Austen After a half-day rest and a good night's sleep, we woke up on day 7 feeling (somewhat) refreshed and rejuvenated - well, as much as one can feel rejuvenated on the High Route, at least.  We were awake, I was able to eat my breakfast bar, and all of our limbs were functioning - the benchmark of a successful morning.  We started early in the morning, so that we could ascend Blaurock Pass...

“He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet. ” — William Golding, Lord of the Flies The morning of day 6 dawned clear and frigid.  We were sleeping in every single layer of clothing, so waking up posed a slight challenge - namely, it was way too cold.  Over the years, I've come to realize that one of the hardest parts of climbing a mountain is getting out...