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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
The Alaska Range rising up to meet us.
Ski Denali - Part 1: DIA
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| Saying goodbye at DIA. |
I was ready to go. This was the moment I had long been anticipating. I had prepared for years, sorting out the details of what it took and what I needed to climb and ski from North America's highest point.
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.
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| Waiting for the flight...thinking. |
Perhaps my lack of excitement upon departure was because this trip was different from the hundreds (perhaps thousands) of other mountain adventures I've been on. For starters, I was now a father and I was about to leave my wife and nearly 9-month old daughter for an unknown amount of time. Would I be gone a couple weeks? A month? Longer...? I already missed them as 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?