Entering into the world of High Camp on Denali (17,200 ft.) feels like a false sense of physical enlightenment...a place where breathing is a consistent thought, not necessarily a worry...
but if you didn’t know how to breathe, how to really fill your lungs , efficiently oxygenate your body...understanding conceptually how to inhale and exhale...then everything placed in front of you will only get more difficult. It’s a realistic punch in the face of your preparedness...fat,muscle, so many factors.
But in this moment I was so grateful to be around the ridge-line, moving out of the icy plaster, the right side of my face red from being consistently blasted by the invisible presence they call “wind”.
I truly felt undeserving being here... I felt like a newborn chick, fresh and wet out of its shell, waiting for someone to take responsibility of me...
“I’m still guiding...”
I had never been here, yet I felt like I didn’t deserve to experience this. -“How did I get this opportunity”. There were so many teams we scavenged from that didn’t get the chance to move higher than 14-15k, only to get shut down by the wind, snowpack and visibility. -
But I felt prepared, focused on my breath and body, Over-powering myself to consistently ask Grace, the closest soul attached to me (@mountainclimbgrace ), how she was doing, how her toes were, her fingers...my pace, and made sure to keep my distance with Wes’ four-person team in front of me. I was so centered, but scattered, I loved it all. This was only High Camp...
: Prepping for our Summit push, @max.griffith.07 keeping the positivity, Jared packing the one of kind “Bulldog” shovel, and myself, trying to grasp the roles of the hour. (Morning of our summit push, June 27th. )
Thank you @mountainclimbgrace for the photo of the beautiful chaos.
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