We went for an all day hike in the mountains. And not just any mountain, but Cerro Torres and mount Fitz roy. Nigels childhood-dream-mountains.
Just big, solid, snow and glacier -mountains. Intimidating enough for you to understand that it’s not on your terms anymore. The mountain decides who to let past and not. It’s easily forgotten about around gothenburg and sheffield, that you’re not in charge, that nature can crush you any time, by the temperature just rising enough for the ice to melt, letting water gush down and take us along. I am not in charge on a big scale.
Thank you for reminding me fitz roy.