"These mountains we climb, are not only made of rock and ice, but of dreams and desire"
As I've climbed more, been around the mountains more, I've slowly started to realize that while the summit is the motivation and an important achievement, it's not at all necessary for personal satisfaction and the sheer joy you get while climbing.
Personally I feel, if one is totally satisfied and happy as they reach the summit, then somewhere they did the whole journey wrong.
For me, reaching the summit or completing an expedition should always be a bittersweet feeling.
While the fact I have completed the climb, standing on the top, is an amazing achievement, it can't be all good for the crazy adventurous journey leading up to the point, the emotional rollercoaster has finally ended.
Now that I have three failed attempts at Kanamo, weirdly, I am so happy about how the three went.
When I first attempted it, I had that " wont return till I climb it" attitude.
Which is fine, till it's all in your hands, if your body is giving you signals, the weather is getting bad, its best to listen to the mountain and if you have to, then get back.
The second attempt taught me the importance of acclimitization, and the third one, how to just enjoy every bloody second, forgetting all about the summit and the highest point, but enjoying every little step, every little turn, every little thing it is about climbing.
On 16th June, as I woke up at 3am to start my climb, everything was perfect. 15,000ft, 16,000ft, 17000ft, it all seemed like nothing, I had never felt so comfortable and fit on any mountain before. I was smiling like an idiot while climbing, before the chilly winds started freezing my gums :p
It was the best day I have had on any mountain, even though I ended up struggling alot while coming down, it was worth it.
And so I can't wait for my 4th attempt, I can't say this time I'll make it, but honestly, does it even matter?