I’ve always been fascinated by communities that gather around the mountains.
The first real mountain I ever climbed was Mount Mulanje aka ‘Mulanje Massif’ in Malawi. Beginning at Lichenya hut, this climb included a 5-hour hike to the plateau lodge (Chinzama Hut) at an elevation of 2000 meters (a 1200 meter altitude gain), followed by a 500-meter climb to the Chingaru Peak. Sadly, fog set in on our final climb, a 100-meter free climb to the peak. But our guide, sensing the fog before it arrived, saved our lives.
I considered myself to be in decent physical condition at the time, until I realised that people make a living off of the mountain. As we climbed, taking many breaks along the way, we saw many men carrying large logs on their head down the mountain. They literally did this every single day! Several times actually, so that they could sell the unique mountain lumber in the village.
Our guide, who carried multiple packs and food for us, ascended and descended the mountain 3-4 times per week!
A guides’ race which involved running up and down the mountain had been completed in just over an hour and a half by an extraordinary number of local guides!
I train to be able to climb, to take in the sites, to take pictures, to say I did it, for a sense of accomplishment, for my health. But it struck me that some people climb to be able to live.
In a very different way, I’ve found myself in a season where the act of hiking, the thrill of climbing, the adventure of journeying across challenging and ultimately rewarding terrain, gives me a sense of life in a pretty real way! Fewer more reflective and connective times have existed than on my journeys to and from these adventures and when traversing along trails toward the final destination that we have in mind.
May it be so for you and the friends that you bring along on your journeys!