PostAWeek 8: Hanging on Belay – The Mile High Diaries, Page
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By David “Deadpoint Dyno”
Dysart
It has been a harsh and unforgiving
5 weeks, but I have journeyed over 3500 feet toward the summit of Mount
Etatslac. I only have 4 ½ more weeks to finish my venture before the thaw of
Spring keeps me from my 3rd annual summit.
Luckily, I have found this journal
today in my journey. It shall be good for me I think to chronicle the rest of
my journey. Yes, very good indeed. Perhaps though, my experience up to now
should be thought over.
In the cold of every winter, I
embark on this expedition. To aid my trek, I’m commissioned by the great
mount’s high council to aid others on my same journey. Now, don’t get me wrong,
I am eager to give with a helping belay to familiar and new faces alike when on
my own time, but I have been helped as well, that is most certain. My brothers
in arms have been crucial in my ascent as well as those same friends and fresh
faces.
These fellow climbers are not my
only distraction. My survival in this frigid and hellish (yes, a hellish
frigidness) place requires my constant learning. This learning comes as great
personal expense in both time and money, but only serves to halt my ascent.
Unique to this mountain is the
unusual paths. Reds, blues, oranges all run their ways up the mountain. Each
pose their own challenges and risks. The ever-changing face of the great beast
has kept my climb exciting, but they threaten to derail my progress at every
drop-knee and deadpoint dyno. Injury has plagued me in my sport, and every dead
climb is nothing more than a cul-de-sac, damning my feet and forcing me to find
another route up that 34-foot stint.
These routes have been blazed by
the brilliant minds of my generation, and I’m proud to have a route or two
amongst their greatness. As my familiarity grows with these hard-fastened
friends of mine, change comes over the horizon. New routes show the promise of
exciting new climbs and paths toward my final goal of 5,280 feet. Only time
will tell if I am able to conquer this mountain again, and only I can tell time
that I shall not stand idly by as it rushes to beat me to the top.
The Mile-High Diaries
David Dysart
February 11th 2013
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Listening to
Why Am I the One by Fun
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gri viewpoint, it's more like a big bowl of wibbly wobbly climby wimby stuff
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