* To burn off work-related stress.
* To feel one with my natural surroundings.
* To relish the phyisical and mental challenge of getting to the top.
* To enjoy the company of like-minded individuals.
* To feed my goal-oriented personality.
* Because today, I am physically capable of summitting peaks; one car crash or disease later and that capability could be diminished or eliminated.
* Because nothing refreshes me like a long day in the mountains.
* I LOVE returning to work Monday fully exhausted from a weekend in the high country.
* To me, there is nothing so beautiful as mountainous terrain.
* To smile, laugh and cry.
* A bad day in the mountains beats a good day at work.
* What a cure for insomnia!
Ok, I'll stop for now.
I've always been attracted to mountains, from the time I can remember. For me, I feel renewal in the mountains, and I can never get enough. Fortunately I have an understanding wife who realizes that this passion burns in me and is helping to keep me young. I'm also a driven person and love to visit and then check peaks off my list, whether or not it is meaningful to anyone else. In fact, most everyone else my age is either playing golf or taking handfuls of medications. No thanks.
because I must.
Climbing allows me to refresh and renew my spirit and gain a better perspective on what is really important in life. It gives me a reason to train in the off season and maintain health. Climbing also allows me to build friendships with my climbing partners and build memories that I will carry with me when I can no longer climb.
I suppose I climb because I'm drawn to the mountains.Sice I was a child I was always interested in the mystique with mountains and wilderness.As there are many highs and lows in life,I feel the great gush of victory upon reaching the summit.Much like that of winning a race or performing on stage or even sex for that matter.
Very similar to this ...
Why We Do It
We probably should attach them to each other.
I believe George Mallory is credited with the best response:
"If you have to ask the reason why...you won't understand the answer"
At first, I was running away from other things. Now, it's how I refuel my spirit. It's also an addiction. Climbing is my only drug. My favorite quote about why comes from Mark Twight: "I do it because I can, I climb because it hurts, that pain gives me perspective....." from Kiss or Kill.
mountains give me life.
From my profile page....
I'm occasionally asked,"Why do you climb?" as if to do so is a strange thing. My answer is always, "Why DON'T you climb?" Some of the best days of my life have been spent in beautiful, far flung places. It has usually been an achievement to get there, both physical and mental, and the trust and friendship built with a person who doesn't just come along for the ride, but often literally ties their life to yours, even if only for a few hours. Why wouldn't you???
I climb because I was born to climb. An enchanting force draws me to the peaks. The valley winds brings fresh mountain energy in to my urban life. Their beauty enriches me and all others who live below them. Up in the alpine, the thick fogs brings me unexpected clarity and when I pierce through that layer of clouds, alone and far from anyone, innerpeace stirs within me. Everyone has a diferent path in life but mine climbs through and among the mountains and deep into the nature that thrives in the valleys below them
I want to climb. As if the Mountains and I have an intimate relationship. More intimate than I can ever dream of having with a person.
I cannot imagine a more perfect day, the sun plays hide and seek behind the clouds, there is a gentle breeze in air and I’m alone on a Climb. This is as close as I will get to paradise, I’m sure.
To me all the worldly problems disappear when I come to the Mountains. It feels like home. It feels as if life is seeping back into my body ravaged from all the bullshit in life and work. It feels Right.
I climb... because mountains is a place, climbing is a moment, where I fall in love with LIFE......
i climb because it's simple
there are no favorites, no ways to cheat,
only the strong thrive, the unfit are weeded out
it is personal, the only barriers are within yourself
when you climb nothing else matters
what we call life takes a break, pressing matters become obsolete
it is invigorating and feels right and natural
it is spiritual, physical, mental,
climbing is real, nature and struggle is real
it contrasts the manufactured fake existence of modern society
climbing is simple
from january 2004 to june 2004 i've studied for one semester in the south of finland. it was nice to explore the area (russia, latvia...), but it was very flat.
when i came back to austria the mountains where so much higher and impressive that my attitude to them changed entirely!
I one saw a British cartoon, where two young men stood gazing at a fabulous mountain scenery, presumably in the Alps. One asks the other, who apparently is a climber, "Why do you climb mountains?". The second says, "If you have to ask now, you wouldn't understand the answer!"
Otherwise, I presumably climb mountains because my father did. Even before I could read, I would spend my time going through his many mountain books, and looking at photos (Grossglockner, The Dolomites, Matterhorn, Berner Oberland, Mont Blanc, Verte and Dru, La Meije, Elbrus and Ushba, Everest and K2, Chimborazo and Aconcagua, Denali etc.) that for one living in rather flat little Denmark (and unable to travel because of the war) seemed to be from another world. When I got older I read the two only mountain books my father had in Danish, his own mountain diaries, and a book by Mozart Cohn on his climbs in the Alps, and later my father's books in English and German, I was especially fond of Luis Trenker's "Meine Berge" (my mountains) with its wonderful (black and white) photos. I could hardly wait till the war was over, and travel restrictions lifted, still I was 17 when I saw my first mountains. They were infinitely larger and more impressive than I could ever have imagined, and I felt somehow like I had come home.
Incredible story. I hope my children gain interest in the mountains.
Explorer. Adventurer. These words conjure images from a time past. A time when more of the world was unknown. They conjure images of canvas rucksacks, of woolen knickers, of rugged men. Men who fought Mother Nature at her finest, battling the elements and beasts to overcome. Overcome the obstacles of failure. The obstacles of death. Though not long ago, the world then was different.
Today, little of the world is available for firsts. First attempts have been made, first ascents have been accomplished. Firsts have come before us, both successes and failures. But there is still much to explore.
The world is still full of rugged outback, and even today firsts are available. Firsts for the individual. Our own limits are yet to be explored. We are still adventurers. We can accomplish firsts for ourselves, and have great tales to tell. Great lives to live. Modest trails to technical peaks, Mother Nature continues to challenge us. Continues to issue a gauntlet of element and beast. Gauntlets of failure. Gauntlets to be overcome.
I am Hillary. I am Amundsen. Explorer, adventurer. I stand atop a hill, a peak, a mountain and feel the exhilaration of accomplishment, the reward of effort.
I am lost in Tolkien, in Verne, in Doyle. The land surrounds me, it is majestic. I climb to defeat evil, I roam to discover, I explore in search of adventure.
The world is still new…to me.
I have a feeling that we all climb for the same reason. It's the mountains that call us to find a special place for our strength, our spirit, and our hopes.
:) Yes, I agree... Mallory's answer summarizes most of our reasons when we go to the mountains. And mountain life is undescribably simpler than everyday life. But my favorite lines on this "why do you go up there?" subject were written by Count Henry Russell (http://www.summitpost.org/article/516881/henry-russell-the-irishman-who-conquered-the-pyrenees.html): "May the hours and years I've spent in these peaceful and luminous regions be blessed three times. They have been the most quiet and innocent hours in my whole life, and I' ve always come back from those regions more happy and pure"
The mountains are a wild place, full of adventure, experiences both good and bad, and peaceful. I just like them.