Look up! It is the mountain that presides over this site. At 14,259 feet, it is the only “fourteener” in RMNP, the northernmost fourteener in Colorado, and the most prominent landmark for the vast surrounding area.
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I climbed Long’s Peak :
Because it is there. (Well, OF COURSE it is there! Sheesh)
Because I can, was my thinking before I knew what it would take. (Well, maybe I can. It’s within the realm of possibility.)
Because it kept looking at me. (I stared at the mountain and it stared back)
Because it is visible to me, day or night, wherever I go. ( O^O )
Because I am getting older fast and wanted to do it while my legs, etc, still work.
Because I wanted to see the top before the beaver-rat eats it. (It is sniffing at it right now. See it on the left slope, near the summit?)
Because it transmits a siren-song in my frequency. (It calls to me)
Because it somehow MADE me do it.
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Things the attempt required :
Hours of research to determine what I was getting into and what to do once I did.
Good planning. Mental conditioning. Ummm, people die up there …
Good fortune (luck), or blessings. Only 3 out of every 10 climbers who attempt the summit actually make it.
The proper equipment and clothing. Adequate amounts of food and water.
Knowledge of alpine weather. (It is predictably extremely unpredictable. )
Physical conditioning.
Me to hike 6 miles in the dark while gaining nearly 3,500 feet in altitude then climbing a difficult, sometimes highly exposed, 1.5 mile, nearly 1,500 vertical-foot route to the summit. (“exposed” means a mistake results in serious death or injury)
Good timing to be off the summit by noon to avoid lightning, rain or snow-slickened granite.
Me to avoid injury, especially ankle or leg injury.
Me to avoid “summit fever” and be ready to turn back at any point due to adverse weather changes or altitude sickness. (At 14,000 feet only 60% of sea level oxygen is available in each breath)
Climbing wearily and carefully down and somehow hiking back to ‘basecamp’. This is statistically the most dangerous part due to fatigue, exhaustion, weather concerns, and hypoxia.
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Success involved this :
19 1/2 grueling, joyful hours “on the mountain”, over 4,891 vertical feet of ascent and later descent in a cold rain, getting “lost” then finding the way again and covering more than 15 miles of trails and climbing routes.
I MADE IT UP AND BACK ! However, I was never alone. I can’t take most of the credit. So many things could have gone wrong, but hardly anything did. What unforeseen things happened? The complete account is forthcoming.
therefore obedience doesn’t have to be promised, but is taken as a given. I still see it as a sign of trouble. The cumulative worldview is crumbling. Love and obedience are being snowplowed to the wayside to make room for selfishness and rebelliousness.
Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 