Byron In Exile
Frederick Fucking Chopin
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- May 3, 2002
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When you're on the peak at 12,000 feet, there's nothing like that.
But you can see, by the angle of the sun... it was setting.
We'd started, characteristically late, at just after noon. Thinking it wouldn't take as long as it did to climb it.
But being there, and seeing all that magnificence in a 360-degree panorama... no picture or set of pictures can capture it. You just have to be standing there, and it's just overwhelming how awesome the world is. And you just want to stay there forever.
But clearly, we couldn't. It would have been horrible if we'd stayed there. We started down, and then the sun was setting. And my friend decided it was important to take pictures of it! So I waited fifteen minutes while the sun set.
We still had light after that, but we had a long way to go to get down, and thank the gods we'd brought flashlights, or we might have had to stop on the side of the mountain, and waited for the sun to come up again. As it was, we came down in the dark. No light but for flashlights. And you would be amazed how easy it is to twist your ankle on a stone without daylight. The flashlight tells you stuff, but not the whole picture. I twisted an ankle twice. Not too badly, but I felt that the next day.
We'd got up late, been fucking around in camp all morning, and then my friend said, "we should climb it." He's looking at Mt. Stewart. I'm like, "today?" And he says, "Right now." I said, "Okay! Let's go!" That's how that happened.
And I'm glad it happened like that. We were idiots, but who ever sees the view from a 12,000 foot peak at sunset? Nobody's that crazy.
My friends rule.
By the gods, they're as nuts as I am.
http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n307/byroninexile/af/mssv.jpg
When you're on the peak at 12,000 feet, there's nothing like that.
But you can see, by the angle of the sun... it was setting.
We'd started, characteristically late, at just after noon. Thinking it wouldn't take as long as it did to climb it.
But being there, and seeing all that magnificence in a 360-degree panorama... no picture or set of pictures can capture it. You just have to be standing there, and it's just overwhelming how awesome the world is. And you just want to stay there forever.
But clearly, we couldn't. It would have been horrible if we'd stayed there. We started down, and then the sun was setting. And my friend decided it was important to take pictures of it! So I waited fifteen minutes while the sun set.
We still had light after that, but we had a long way to go to get down, and thank the gods we'd brought flashlights, or we might have had to stop on the side of the mountain, and waited for the sun to come up again. As it was, we came down in the dark. No light but for flashlights. And you would be amazed how easy it is to twist your ankle on a stone without daylight. The flashlight tells you stuff, but not the whole picture. I twisted an ankle twice. Not too badly, but I felt that the next day.
We'd got up late, been fucking around in camp all morning, and then my friend said, "we should climb it." He's looking at Mt. Stewart. I'm like, "today?" And he says, "Right now." I said, "Okay! Let's go!" That's how that happened.
And I'm glad it happened like that. We were idiots, but who ever sees the view from a 12,000 foot peak at sunset? Nobody's that crazy.
My friends rule.
By the gods, they're as nuts as I am.
