As I hammered in the last bolt and staggered over the rim, it was not at all clear to me who was the conqueror and who was the conquered. I do recall that El Cap seemed to be in much better condition that I was.
Rise early. Fix a time-table to which you must try to keep. One seldom regrets having made an early start, but one always regrets having set off too late; first for reasons of safety - the adage ‘it is later than you think’ is very true in the mountains - but also because of the strange beauty of the moment: the day comes to replace the night, the peaks gradually lighten, it is the hour of mystery but also of hope. Setting off by lantern-light, witnessing the birth of a new day as one climbs to meet the sun, this is a wonderful experience.
To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul.
Colour is everything, black and white is more.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it.
Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.
I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry / smell the sea, and feel the sky / let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. Sarah Kay
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Cousteau