Time passes

Watched North Face tonight. Glad I did. It was tragic. Occassionally I am tempted to remember my mountaineering days too fondly. Fondly enough, in fact, to entertain notions of revisiting them. But movies like North Face call to memory things like our descent of the north face of Snowpatch, how close we came, and how I couldn't stop thinking about my wife and new baby, and how crazy it all seemed. There are things, I think, that you survive and that form some part of you, that just need to be over - for you, forever.

Perhaps this is obvious to everyone else.

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[Elektronen]

I think one would have had to to have been convinced they were going to die, whether it was true or not. Memories formed in that state become something with which we dance for the rest of our lives, for better and worse. So, no, I don't think it's obvious to everyone else, and it's a bittersweet point of connection with another.