I spent some of my sabbath this week living vicariously in yet another memoir of the masochistic sport that is mountaineering which is when I stumbled across this quote. It’s nothing profound, but does bring a simple illumination to something that I believe has a much more profound meaning. Maybe someday I’ll explore it.
From Jeffrey Archer’s Paths of Glory, a fictional account of George Mallory and the British expedition to the summit of Everest:
“It’s one of the ironies of mountaineering…that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then, having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, on an even higher mountain.”
Here’s to living vicariously…for now.