Overall Impressions and Conclusion
hy did we succeed when the majority of climbers fail? Apart from the obviously good weather, the following factors are noted -
The Subjective Realm
cannot fathom why I feel so calm and care-free. Is it the simple aftermath of a three-week vacation? Have I lost the capacity to worry due to high-altitude brain cell death? Or is it simply that a burden is lifted - that of great uncertainty at a time and place where no human is meant to be?
My best guess (and it is only a guess) is that scaling Aconcagua makes one realize how absolutely trivial all of life's "normal" trials are by comparison:
I FEEL EMPOWERED TO ACCOMPLISH WHATEVER I SET OUT TO.
Indeed, climbing Aconcagua is a landmark event in my (or anyone's) climbing resumé. It redefines the envelope of what I am capable of performing -
These statistics bode well for a future attempt on Mount McKinley since many of these values approach, if not exceed, what is required for such an effort. In this regard, the high altitude, long duration expedition experience acquired at Aconcagua is certainly a valued asset.
A Sensual Feast
any hold that the Ruta Normal is not pretty. I have even seen the words "ugly" and "nonphotogenic" applied to the route.
I disagree - beauty is found wherever one chooses to recognize it. Compared with a rain forest, the stark, naked terrain, devoid of all but microscopic life, is strangely alluring in more subtle yet equally meaningful ways.
|Cerro Cuerno lies just north of Base Camp.|
The sensation of being above most of the world becomes particularly evident upon attaining the Nido de Condores Camp. There, at 18,000 feet, the surrounding mountains and valleys become plainly visible. The giant Mercedario, thirty miles north, is wonderfully clear - and the views only improve at and above Camp Berlin.
Snow accentuates the montane views, providing excellent contrast with the multicolored, often striated rocks that comprise both Aconcagua and nearby peaks.
Cerro Cuerno is the great, horn-shaped peak immediately north of Base Camp. How wonderful to see its slopes aglow in gentle shades of pink at sunset!
Aconcagua itself provides a grand sundown spectacle. From Base Camp the rocks glow red, and even orange, as the final rays of sunlight strike its slopes.
We witness Earth's true form as the (definitely) curved base of an extremely long cirrus cloud immediately above Camp Berlin. This observation is also possible aboard commercial jet aircraft in mid-flight.
The northwest face of Aconcagua displays
brilliant shades of red and orange at sunset.
Returning home, I again saw icy cirrus clouds floating way above San Diego. I thought, "Yeah, I was that high on summit day".
If you take the time to notice, the Ruta Normal is full of visual surprises - each with a unique mood and temperament that is certain to captivate the senses. The cost of admiring each spectacle is simple - an open mind to appreciate the moment ... and then recount it through priceless memory.
Fog rolls in and soon hides those lofty and icy cirrus clouds.
Yet the clouds remain.
n this expedition we dared dream BIG - and despite all odds, won.
Pursue your passion, to the ends of Earth if desired. And do not fret if your effort meets with failure: the only people to mourn over, indeed the vast majority, are those poor souls who merely sit at home.
They exist yet do not live. In contrast, I feel alive with possibilities.
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