You might have guessed this story was coming based on the last two (Camping & Bicycling). Climbing seemed like a natural progression of going up.
The only thing better than camping and bicycling is going Up with your friends high on your favorite rock, clinging daintily to a cliff, like a spider spun onto a web. You can’t get enough of this kind of stuff.
Climbing brings true joy. It builds mental fierceness and it forces you to focus as you ascend. When you repel, you come down with clarity. A very down-to-earth paramedic I worked with a couple of years ago told me, “If everybody just went out to the mountains and sat on a rock, and thought for a bit and breathed, the world would spin a little bit slower.”
I asked my kids, “Where do you want to go?”
They tell me, “Up. We want to go up!”
And I know what they mean.
Climbing as an adult (and really at any age) is the equivalent of tree climbing when you were a kid. Why on earth did you climb trees when you were little? You may not have known it then, but the real reason was to go Up. Simple as that.
Replying to the question, “Why did you want to climb Mount Everest?” George Mallory famously replied, “Because it’s there.”
I think that sums it up nicely.
Thanks for reading,