SKI DENALI - PART 1
DIA - ANC - TLK - Kahiltna Base Camp
"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
-Traditional Gaelic Prayer
|Saying goodbye at DIA.|
It was something that my grandfather had told me about as a youngster.
It was a life goal I had written down as a Cub Scout.
I had stared at pictures, read stories and dreamt about it since my childhood.
I had long prepared physically and mentally for the challenges of such an expedition.
I wanted to do it to continue a family legacy and do something that my children can be proud of.
I had an inexplicable feeling that it was something I needed to do.
So why wasn't I thrilled to get started? The departure is usually when my heart starts to race and I imagine the fantastic adventure that lies ahead. But, I didn't have that usual feeling of exhilaration as I stepped out of the car at DIA's massive circus-tentesque terminal.
|Waiting for the flight...thinking.|
the security guard ushered them towards the terminal exit. Not knowing when I would see them again seemed to amplify that feeling. Additionally, I had invested so much into planning and preparing for this trip that starting it made me nervous. What if things didn't go well? Would I feel like I had wasted all that effort? Would I feel like a failure? Would I ever get to attempt this lifelong dream again? Would my family be disappointed if I wasn't successful? Would my family be proud of me even if I was successful?