Man finds nature’s indifference toward him hard to bear
Tears in my eyes, I am fixed on the Sandia Mountains from a lonely hotel room balcony in Albuquerque, New Mexico; mountains I started and ended two routes. I don’t want to leave but have to. Family, work, whatever.
I make my way into the city for pants and a shirt since my hiking shorts are in tatters from crawling and ploughing through catclaw for days; it’s time to get rid of them for good. But I cannot bring myself to do it, and pack them for the flight so I don’t forget the way I feel when I’m alone in the mountains, stripped of ego, cut up and bloody, big lungs, beating heart, climbing and descending just because.