So much for freezing toes, cutting winds and high altitude misery – the RMI team on Denali are writing poetry…
The winds up high were moving.
Snow trails off the mountain into the air.
We’re snug and cozy at 14K with plenty of food and fuel,
So we sit and watch the tails of a mare.
This literary approach is far too rare, tales of hardship, ego and bravado seemingly all to often at the fore in mountaineering.
I’d rate their chance of success higher than most with this appreciation of the heights and winds on Denali.