Geez, come the 1st of the New Year, I'll turn 6 years old on this site.
Years ago, someone summed up SP best for me when they described it as a "virtual campfire." It's a place to sit around and share & listen to stories, shoot the breeze, hang out with my tribe.
* I love opening SP in the morning to read about far off places I may never visit...or to start hatching plans to visit in the next couple of years. I marvel at the beauty of the mountainous regions of the world. Opening the "What's new" page is like popping the cork on a new bottle of wine, or opening a gift...always different, usually pleasant.
* It's a blast to read write-ups on routes I'll never climb -- too remote, too strenuous, too technical, too dangerous -- and I can cheer on the authors and subjects of the write-up because, in the end, we wear the same color jersey...we're on the same team.
* The vast majority of the people I have met in person via SP are beautiful folks. Minus the random looser/nutjob/sociopath, it's hard to go wrong with people that love the high country as much as I do. One of these days I even hope to wander further afield and torment my SP friends in Brazil, Italy (Silvia - BEWARE!), Germany...God, wherever I may roam. And once you're "in the foxhole," so to speak, with climbing partners through thick and thin in the mountains, you form an incredibly powerful bond.
* It's a joy for me to share my adventures (and subsequent beta) with others who can appreciate my passions for the mountains. Whether I'm here in my Colorado backyard, snooping around Arizona or the rest of the USA west or someplace further away from home, I can post photos, trip reports, mountains/routes...and never have to answer to anyone here "Why."
The "why" behind what we do, this passion we share, is understood, unspoken. Of course what we do is completely illogical...and I appreciate that I never have to explain "why" I flew halfway across the world to walk up a equatorial volcano, or drove through the night to sleep in my Jeep and wake up at o-dark-thirty to abuse myself for 12 hours non-stop. This is my tribe - they...YOU...understand.
Go climb a mountain