xDoogiex wrote:Mt. Sunflower must be added. Not only tornados and boredom. You also have mad cows, lack of llamas for transportation, a deadly 5000+ ft elevation above sea level, dust bowl, and the risk of mad cows getting blown around in tornados. The always lurking threat of death on the north face of the beloved mt. Hell sunflower
The Chief wrote:The MOST DANGEROUS MOUNTAIN IN THE WORLD is the one that kills you.
In most of the cases where climbers get their asses killed, it is due to climber error, lack of knowledge/experience/preparedness, over zealousness, not heeding to the warnings to turn back/retreat or just plain climber cockiness.
Everything else is simply relative.
The Chief wrote:over zealousness, not heeding to the warnings to turn back/retreat or just plain climber cockiness.
Everything else is simply relative.
Dow Williams wrote:I turned back on the last move of a 7 pitch route today. Never done that, never even come close to quitting that close to finish in over a million feet of climbing. My partner was recuperating from foot surgery. I was on the sharp end all day, have been for several weeks really..... hot south facing route, knew better, but he needed to be done at a certain time. This was a route I had been on and knew. Going to be an easy day. F*****ing out of gas I tell you. At 46 I did not notice my new limits much. At 47 I do. Obviously I am beating myself up now, that is what we do, wallow in our pity. Sore, tired, burnt. I made more than 10 attempts to get over that last problem. Nothing more than a 5.10c move. Protruding bulge of limestone below had my back written all over it. Do I want to finish my summer? finish my back? (which has been badly damaged before)...got in my head...probably rightfully so....ignorance is bliss I tell you. Funny phenomena I have observed in so many climbers over time....those of us closer to deaths door than life's beginning, value what little time we have and and more particularly the condition in which we live it, more than those with much more to lose. It is a progression that resides within our psyche. It appears to own me at the moment. Anyhow, hear on the sofa, licking my self imposed egocentric wounds as though anyone could care if I finished that route or not. I am so friggin tired, never felt that empty on the wall before. Another beer it is.
Dow Williams wrote:The Chief wrote:over zealousness, not heeding to the warnings to turn back/retreat or just plain climber cockiness.
Everything else is simply relative.
I turned back on the last move of a 7 pitch route today. Never done that, never even come close to quitting that close to finish in over a million feet of climbing. My partner was recuperating from foot surgery. I was on the sharp end all day, have been for several weeks really..... hot south facing route, knew better, but he needed to be done at a certain time. This was a route I had been on and knew. Going to be an easy day. F*****ing out of gas I tell you. At 46 I did not notice my new limits much. At 47 I do. Obviously I am beating myself up now, that is what we do, wallow in our pity. Sore, tired, burnt. I made more than 10 attempts to get over that last problem. Nothing more than a 5.10c move. Protruding bulge of limestone below had my back written all over it. Do I want to finish my summer? finish my back? (which has been badly damaged before)...got in my head...probably rightfully so....ignorance is bliss I tell you. Funny phenomena I have observed in so many climbers over time....those of us closer to deaths door than life's beginning, value what little time we have and and more particularly the condition in which we live it, more than those with much more to lose. It is a progression that resides within our psyche. It appears to own me at the moment. Anyhow, hear on the sofa, licking my self imposed egocentric wounds as though anyone could care if I finished that route or not. I am so friggin tired, never felt that empty on the wall before. Another beer it is.
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