In a sense, I'm want to stop doing this, fearing that every new moment created will dull or blur the previous ones. I hear people speak of 'trips of a lifetime', or other descriptors and I see the value of being face to face with the extraordinary and relishing it. I don't wish to devalue each different experience in my own head, making the details that are so very vivid of one place, one time and how I personally experienced it fade or become jumbled with others. This year I'll have had the good fortune to explore the mountains of Peru with my family and climb in the Himalayas with my son to the roots of Sagarmāthā and each of those efforts was incredible. One didn't take away from the other, and like a tuning fork resonating acoustically long after the sound seems to be gone, each has stayed with me.
I'm about to embark on the next chapter, this time alone to try to experience more that is wondrous in our world. Again, I see my good fortune in having the means and ability to do these things, and have positive expectations of what it will be like.
As I learned from reading Bruce Chatwin long ago, walking is to reach for the divine, so I'm off to walk again and get back to the snow covered peaks and lush valleys that are so very magnetic to me, collecting more moments and memories. In a sense I'm going home to where the pack on my back and my tired old feet will find the trail once more, and rounding every corner will be filled with possibilities.
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