Mountain Climbing is a Labor of Love

When you first start this mountaineering business you'll either love it or hate it. It's like dating and for those who love it, the challenge is not any different than what you encounter with your love life. At the point in life when you find your true love the die of your destiny is cast. Destiny is not something you can entirely define, but neither are you able to deny it is what you have to do. And so with mountaineering you see us coming back to the well to drink in some more.

Aconcagua 2011, If At First You Don't Succeed, Torture Yourself Again!, by Scott Zannini

Ernest Hemingway while seated in a bar was challenged to write a book in six words. He bragged he could do it. All bets were on the bar and on a napkin he wrote, "Baby shoes, for sale, never worn." He’s such an amazing writer. Interesting story, brief but too the point and well written. I too can write a story in six words. But first the Hemingway twists to all of this story of true love.

In 2004 I bought, The Snows of Kilimanjaro that Hemingway authored in 1936. Until recently I'd never read it or seen the movie. Recently I bought the movie and just last Thursday as I was working out and getting ready to climb Mt. Elbrus, the highest mountain in Europe, I watched the movie for the first time. In the story the uncle tells the writer, Harry Street, a riddle. The riddle has to do with the snow Leopard that died near the summit of Kilimanjaro. There is nothing to eat at that elevation and there are few clues to help him guess why a leopard would be at such an elevation. And so the uncle tells Harry Street that if he can solve the riddle as to why the Leopard was there he will have the direction to his own life. He can't solve that riddle but another character in the movie says to Harry that perhaps the Leopard was on the wrong scent, became lost and died alone on the Snows of Kilimanjaro.

I played that scene over and over six or eight times. I find the parallels ironic to say the least. The Snows of Kilimanjaro have more significance to me than anyone will be able to explain. The epiphany I had on Kilimanjaro was that I had traveled down the wrong path, had become lost in life and needed to go back and find my true love, Barbara. I'm not telling you this for any reason other than it's an amazing story that starts in Bristol and has to end in Bristol. Bristol is to us what we are to each other. It's in our blood, our memories, and our past and in our hearts. It's where this story began and it's where we needed to marry.

I've never heard of a story like this one. I could not have dreamed this up. So let me end it with writing my story that is six words long. The story is titled True Love. And like Hemingway’s it is just six words long. Our story is “A love that can't be denied.”

Like the love of our life (Barbara), mountaineering isn't a love we can turn on and turn off. It calls our hearts and our minds back to the mountains for a drink of what feels like eternal grace.

The demons we chase and that chase us

It's been awhile since I last wrote. Today I see Scott Zannini wrote about a recent injury and it got me thinking about training for the mountain. So I posted a comment on Scott's blog Aconcagua 2011. Scott and I have climbed together and know about the challenges we face in the mountains. Although mine are a bit different than his, training is always a challenge and as we both know it's about what we do down here that makes a difference up there.

Like everyone who trains for whatever, it's nice to get a nudge every once in awhile that encourages us to get our training back on track. That is the purpose of this post, how to mentally get your training back on track. Here is what I wrote to him.

Zee-Jay:

I thought about this last night on the walk around the Raccoon River Complex. It seemed simply. So now I know why you tried to injure your foot in this "race". You see unconsciously you really don't want to summit. See you in your head you can hear this song playing over and over and over again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpfhcljJ9bQ

Training is the easy part. The difficult part isn’t yet in your face or inside your head; but its there. You and I both know it’s there. On the way up it's all about what you didn't do down here. That is what adds up. Because in the end - at the very top it's what you didn't do down here that will keep you from getting there. It is in those moments when you're feeling the absolute crappiest ... that it's all about the demons you can chase away when you're on the mountain. Up there it's about the demons who are in your face, screaming at you, playing tricks on your mind, bugging you about how a nice comfortable mattress feels and how nice shiny porcelain looks and feels. I know you know all about those things ... The mountain demons will be there throwing rocks, laughing at you and dropping rocks in your path; you may stumble or fall down, but in the end you and only you will or won’t have the fortitude to pick yourself up and crawl if that's what it takes.

And whether you can crawl that extra inch is all about what you didn't do back home, this weekend, next weekend or the weeks that follow. The past is the past – and nothing you can do will change what you didn’t do then. But you control the now and the future now’s.

Here look at this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDK5qGlLT8s

Like Al says it’s all about the inches, six inches in front of your face...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO4tIrjBDkk

My biggest fear in training, besides injury, is that I get bored with training. The mountain likes it when you get bored or distracted or just want to do nothing. She loves it. Because she knows later she’ll make you pay the price and save the top for the better mountaineers.

That little boo-boo on your foot isn't a reason not to train. The pain when walking or running is good pain and will remind you that Mother Mountain cares not that you are there and need to get to the top. She sends climbers packing every day and it's only those with the will power to train with pain down here - no matter how painful - that let's you slide by her up there.

If you want it bad enough ignore the pain, the blister, the rawness of the feel and go the extra mile. With every sting of pain in your foot smile and remember you’re beating back the high altitude demons.

Babu'

Use Google Earth to Map John Rudolf's Progress

I’ve not seen another site use Google Earth to track their progress; John Rudolf’s climb of Mt. Everest is the first I’ve come across. Google Earth is a mapping of the Earth’s surface and when it’s used to map the Khumbu region it’s really impressive.

Mt. Everest Base Camp and the summit on Google Earth.

To add this feature to your site, and there are a lot of possible uses, you need to install the Google Earth 3d plugin, which will allow your uses to view the interactive map. On John’s site Kurt Hunter, from 3DGeo Trail by RainOn* provided the technology. Take a look at John’s site and engage his interactive map tracking feature. The yellow line is of course the boundary between two countries; in this case Nepal and China and if you don’t know where to look for the summit of Mt. Everest follow the yellow line sort of to the northeast. The north face is in shadow.

Back to John’s post for the day. This one is a video post for an IPCR dinner, to raise money. And of course everyone has to have some marketing angle or cause to pitch. That’s how many get the money to climb Everest. I certainly don’t begrudge John for this worthy effort, but a word of caution should always be exercised to appreciate the genuine of the person pushing the cause as well as the people who the climber claims will receive the money or benefit.

I don’t think anyone would argue about Sir Edmund Hillary’s cause for rebuilding the economy of Nepal and an educational system within that county as being the best recognized or legitimate effort surrounding Mt. Everest climbers.

Mt. Everest History & Facts – Offers a great selection of information categories using a pull-down menu.

Most Ascents:
Eleven, 24th May 2000 Appa Sherpa became the first person to climb Everest 11 times-Ten, Ang Rita Sherpa, Babu Chiri Sherpa all ascents were oxygen-less.

*I was unable to locate the RainOn website. If Mr. Hunter runs across this post please contact me and I’ll create a workable link to access RainOn.

John Rudolf to Attempt Mount Everest

Mountaineer, John Rudolf is on his way to Mount Everest hoping to summit sometime during the window. He’s a 62-year-old portfolio manager of Summit Capital Management and Summit Special Situations Fund, LP and Co-Portfolio Manager of Summit World Partners Fund, LP. Rudolf received an undergraduate degree from the University of Notre Dame and then Columbia University Graduate School under the Herbert Lehman Doctoral Fellowship. I picked up the news from a New York Times writer and that led me to John’s 7 Summits blog. He’s climbed Kilimanjaro in Africa (Tanzania), Aconcagua in South America (Argentina), Elbrus in Europe (Russia) and Denali in Alaska (North America). He’s also climbed Vinson Massif in Antarctica. There isn’t much on his site. The New York Times article is more friendly promotion than factual. We’ll have to follow this blog to see how it develops over time. Andean Health (AndeanHealth) is now following your tweets on Twitter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlITgWcJMSM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlITgWcJMSM

I'm still figuring this platform out and don't yet know how to add YouTube videos but we'll figure it out. Until then I'm going to post the YouTube link.

The above photograph isn't Mr. Rudolf, it's actually me with a young Sherpa boy from the Khumbu region of Nepal. I visited in 2002.

Adventure Travel

KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID

I've been purchasing adventure travel services since 1999 when I first ventured to Montana and Wyoming to ride the range at the Shively Ranch, now called the DryHead Ranch. Some 45,000 acres of fresh air, wide open fields and expansive vistas that took my breath away. Riding for a week at a time the owners and staff were for me a breath of fresh air. Straight forward, plain speaking and frank with fewer words than you'll hear throught your day at work or in an elevator ride up to the floor of your office. I learned more in a few words from these plain speaking folks than in a year and a half of litigation over some piddly issue. These folks don't squabble unless it matters.

No phones, faxes, keyboards, laptops, PDA's, Blackberry's, pagers, elevator buttons or cell phones. A rollup, the clothes on your back, spurs, chaps, a vest, some water and a light snack is all your horse and you will need. By weeks end I was tired because unlike some I chose to work while there. The hard work was good for me and as people there are fond of saying, "The outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man." That first year I chose to drive out to Wyoming, we stayed in that ranch house that year. I met some really fine people from all over the world. At the conclusion of my first week I was already planning next years visit.

Upon arriving home I found myself standing in my closet and remembering what a great week it had been. But it caused me to consider how it could be that for an entire week I could have so very little, and no electronics, and still could be so happy. As that thought kicked around inside my brain my eyes fixed on the clothes hanging from the top row in the walk-in closet. Many were old, some as far back as my first year in college. Why had I kept these clothes? What would influence me to save old clothes that hadn't been worn in well over 15 years and that didn't even fit me anymore? They had long gone out of style. I'd saved them because I'd been taught to save things like this just in case - for that rainy day which might come. That day when I'd need them again. Hell that day was never coming. And then it struck me that probably over 60% of the clothes in my closet were not longer needed. Are you kidding me I thought? What is this about?

And that started a serious journey into adventure travel. It was about learning to rely on myself, to evaluate and then to give away whatever I don't need. If a rainy day comes less will certainly be more anyway. I gave things away and the more I gave away the more I wanted to give away because the less I owned the lighter I felt. The less you have to insure the better off you feel.

It was a few years later, in 2002 when in Nepal that a Buddhist said to me, "You Americans have everything and yet you have nothing." For ten days I spun what he said in my head and when it struck me what he meant and how it related to my life I was literally blewn away. It was learning that lesson from the Buddhist that took me on a new journey. From that day forth I earnestly began really wanting less so that I could have more out of my life. What good is it if I work hard, to buy a lot of things, then need to work harder to buy a bigger house with more garages to store it in, only to have to work harder to pay the taxes, upkeep and insurance to store all that stuff; and then end up with no time to use any of it? In essence I have everything but I have nothing.

I'm a tool guy, I love tools. Those I can't give away because they allow me to get done more work than one man should sanely be able to do alone. So my infatuation with tools continues. I owned a Porsche, but it too was a burden. The Porsche attracted attention but not positive attention. The sleek lines, shiny paint and speed attracted jealousy and anger and just a whole lot of bullshit into my life. It had to go.

My new attitude didn't please everyone. My kids questioned whether giving everything away was a sign of suicidal depression. It wasn't. My wife at that time thought perhaps I'd suffered a stroke or had a brain tumor. She offered a free MRI, which I turned down. I told them there wasn't anything wrong with me, but with the way they were viewing life. Buying that 25th pair of shoes at the mall wasn't going to make them any happier than there were buying the 2nd pair.

All these trappings of "success" were really things hanging from the oxen's yoke on my shoulders. These things were throttling me and making life less enjoyable. Because in the end the less I have to insure, the less I have to consider living without. Imagine that. And so by riding the range north at the south end of a herd of cattle I learned how to better experience life.

On this blog I intend to cover to general subjects. The first will be the changes in me and how my life has changed. The other, how not to be taken advantage of by adventure travel companies, guides and guiding services. Just because we are naive doesn't mean we need to stupid.

Welcome to my blog named Mountain Madness Sucks. And remember even if the guiding service sucks life doesn't have to.