July 10, 2018
It’s a 'rest' day at camp 2. Resting at 21,450 feet basically means lying in a tent forcing yourself to breathe. It also affords a lot of time to contemplate. I've created a list of the things that I miss: soap, salads, my dog, my friends, chairs.
I've also spent hours today thinking about why I am here. Admittedly, I should have done this before I bought a plane ticket to Pakistan but, better late than never I guess. I've devoted years to preparing for K2. I’ve redecorated my house with photos of its routes, I've willingly given up sleep, dinners with friends, and most of my free time to ensure that I am as mentally ad physically prepared as possible. We are used to the principle that if you set a goal and work hard, it will likely be yours. But climbing isn't like that. K2 doesn't care what I've given up, how committed I've been to it. I am completely irrelevant to this mountain. To any mountain. Further, I've been beat up, disappointed and ignored by mountains many times. So why do I keep coming back?
Because I've also experienced the deepest sense of accomplishment that I can imagine. And I hope that I've been an example to others that big dreams can be realized despite formidable obstacles. The mountains have taught me that those obstacles aren't meant to prevent my success, they are just a part of the process. And, if I work hard and paying attention, I am a slightly better version of myself when I reach the other side of that obstacle.