As Kerouac wrote and I agree:
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The valley was longer than it looked. In no time at all it was two o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was getting that later more golden look and a wind was rising and I began to think "By gosh how we ever gonna climb the mountain, tonight?" Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums |
We continued on until it looked like the end of the road. We had followed the valley for hours, and it did not appear, particularly the first time we made it this far in August, that there was any obvious way to go. Aside from where we had just traveled from, high, steep cliffs surrounded us. The wind was extremely powerful and we made the determination that, although daunting, there was only one face that would make sense to scale. So we rested a while, took a picture, and headed up it, a good distance apart, as the way was steep and full of loose rocks.
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Our paced continued to slow and more and more effort was required. After going ahead of Father a little ways and stopping to rest and eat for a while, I suddenly got a jolt of energy and continued on beyond him a ways. There was a rock jutting out in a high cliff formation that I climbed up and then spread my arms and posed for this picture. The wind was whipping and I felt either like taking off from the mountain in flight, or settling back into the arms of Leonardo Di Caprio , who didn't happen to be with us at the time.
