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s/o to everyone who is still tryin to heal from things that they don’t talk about

I guess I can never convey or properly give this moment’s justice. I’m still trying to grasp the awe and rarity of this incredible experience. I wish I could do it all over again because I always feel I didn’t soak it in enough. . This moment sits predominantly in my heart. The vastness of the highest peaks in the world, the chaos and beauty of the pale blue ice-blocks that sprawled for miles and miles, the kindness, audacity and unquenchable curiosity of the people I met, the great amount of difficulty and suffering to get to that moment and the glory in surmounting it, the glory that lingers — I never wanna forget these memories. (at Khumbu Glacier)

I can’t even begin to describe how much I love @sleepingatlast. I feel an ineffable spiritual connection to a l l of his songs. But this song! This song means everything to me right now. . “I woke up from the same dream: Falling backwards, falling backwards ’Til it turned me inside out. . Now I live a waking life Of looking backwards, looking backwards; A model citizen of doubt. . Until one day I had enough Of this exercise of trust. I leaned in and let it hurt, And let my body feel the dirt. When I break pattern, I break ground. I rebuild when I break down. I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.” . 🎶: Pluto by Sleeping at Last (at Jebel Shams)

s a u n t e r i n g . "Hiking - I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of that word 'saunter?' It's a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, "A la sainte terre,' 'To the Holy Land.' And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not 'hike' through them." — John Muir . 📷: Dawa Sherpa - while I was “sauntering”, but really more like “desperately sucking lungfuls of thin air and mustering the strength to struggle onward”. Ha! . So next time they ask you why you’re always the last person to reach camp, just say you’re living by John Muir’s doctrine on “sauntering”. But seriously, just “saunter”. (at Lobuche, Nepal)

Christian Watson (@1924us) wrote these beautiful words. So much truth! . "What they don't tell you is how cold it can get, or uncomfortable when screws or rocks are prodding your skin as you shift in place, clenching at your sleeping bag in hopes of a warmer rest. It seems the "enviable life" is often misleading and doesn't showcase all the little in-between moments you spend in silence, just missing your shot, not seeing anything at all, or not having warm food to eat. Most days you're hungry because you're used to just walking to the refrigerator every second. It's also when you're out in the cold, that you start to notice the home strangers create alongside you. You can talk for the first time to someone without a rhetorical "how are you" or other common nicety. . ...You hope and wait with bated breaths that each minute you spend in search of - you will spend reaping benefits - but it never happens. Traveling is often about patience, and learning to be ok with discomfort, it helps to be positive even when you're down and out on your luck... . And as much as even I think I love this life, it can drain you, you miss your loved ones and your bed, your routines and access. It can scare you and push you to grow. . ...Life is about change, overcoming and growth. None of these are destinations you can reach, or tickets you can buy, they're found only in your willingness to go outside what you know to learn better what you don't. Cheers to the adventure in all of us." (at Lobuche, Nepal)

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As the Sun fell below the horizon, I watched the last light bid goodnight to the fourth highest mountain in the world. Stunningly aglow. Golden and eternal. . Lhotse, March 2016

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I am fueled by foggy mornings, moonlight, and starry skies.

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But the mountains are home. (at Dingboche)

a m a d a b l a m . I think it's the most beautiful mountain in the world.

In 1924, an English mountaineer named George Leigh Mallory took part in the first three expeditions to the peak of Mount Everest. He was thirty-eight, married with three young children. . While on a lecture tour, an irritating newspaperman asked him why he wanted to climb Everest. Mallory, an athlete and idealist, so notoriously quipped, "Because it is there." . At first light on June 8, 1924, Mallory and his climbing partner, Andrew Irvine departed for the top. But the pair failed to return to their tent that night and neither was ever seen again. . In 1999, Mallory's body was discovered on a sloping ledge at 27,000 feet, where it had come to rest after an apparent fall 75 years earlier. . Here's a throwback photo of my first glimpse of the jagged peaks of Sagarmatha, "goddess of the sky" — the Nepali appellation for the great Mountain.

"Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. . be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust. . and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it." — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, pp.41-43 (at Song Kol Lake)

Throwback to that summer idyll when I was binge-watching yurts, alpine lakes and picturesque mountains. Memories are truly the best things you'll ever have. . In one of Rainer Maria Rilke's letters to his friend Franz Xaver Kappus, he wrote, "— but there is much beauty here, because everywhere there is much beauty." (Letters to a Young Poet, p.47) . I am extremely jealous of people who have the ability to constantly see beauty in all places. I'd like to say that I am well content with my life and I see beauty everywhere, but that's a lie. I've always had this foolish belief that I can only find beauty if I wander too far and be closer to nature. It's my fatal flaw. Oftentimes, I find myself in great distress because I cannot appreciate everything as much as I would like to do. But I'm trying. . And I love that the upshot of trying really hard is always the realization that there's no reason to worry to no end about what I don’t have. The world is brimming with God's breathtaking gifts. There's beauty in absolutely everything: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. . We are infinitely surrounded by beauty that God had scrupulously crafted out of His goodness and love for us. These miracles of life are always around us, ready to be marveled at, to be celebrated. . Now, that makes me sentimental. Ha! (at Song Kol Lake)

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