Cold winds, snow, wet socks. A weekend of mountaineering is not exactly the most comfortable way of spending your 2 days of rest and relaxation. For some of us it's a necessity (preparing for a bigger climb, for example); For others it's a way of living.For me, I'm preparing for a bigger climb, hopefully of Volcán Cotopaxi in Ecuador this March. Another part of what brings me back are the views and the peaceful mountain. There is something about it that brings clarity to my thoughts and my feelings, to my identity.
Okay so it sounds poetic (or pathetic, you be the judge!), but poets have been inspired by war, peace, love and religion. Beauty is just another reason. Enjoy these pictures from this weekend.
