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Mountains Are Not Stadiums Where I Satisfy My Ambition To Achieve, They Are The Cathedrals Where I Practice My Religion.

Mountains Are Cathedrals: Grand And Pure, The Houses Of My Religion. I Go To Them As Humans Go To Worship...from Their Lofty Summits, I View My Past, Dream Of The Future, And With Unusual Acuity I Am Allowed To Experience The Present Moment. My Strength Renewed, My Vision Cleared, In The Mountains I Celebrate Creation. On Each Journey I Am Reborn.

I Think That People Ran Out Of Oxygen And Don't Really Know What Happened Up There, Maybe Some Of Them Just Made Things Up Because They Weren't Sure What Had Happened.

Big Mountains Are A Completely Different World: Snow, Ice, Rocks, Sky, And Thin Air. You Cannot Conquer Them, Only Rise To Their Height For A Short Time; And For That They Demand A Great Deal. The Struggle Is Not With The Enemy, Or A Competitor Like In Sports, But With Yourself, With The Feelings Of Weakness And Inadequacy. That Struggle Appeals To Me. It Is Why I Became A Mountaineer.

How Could The Adventure Seeker Of Today Find Satisfaction With The Level Of Performance That Was A Standard Set More Than 40 Years Ago ?