Why, why, why, why, why, do you do this climbing so high?Steve Lombardi
03/02/2006, Kilimanjaro, Tanzania, Africa
Sir Edmund Hillary answered, 'Because it was there.' And everyone may think that too simplistic, but maybe not so. It's all about one's life journey. Hopefully at some point in our lives we ask the question, 'What is the point of all of this?' or 'Is that all there is?' Life is about more than just living. It's not about the first day or the last day but about the journey in between. It's about the bulls you've ridden on the day-to-day trail that count not the buckle you get at the end of some tournament. And so we climb. And we climb high and sleep low. We climb when our bodies tell us no more or our tired bones scream for mercy and turn our heads to lower altitudes. But the more you climb the more you come to the realization that climbing doesn't build character. Instead, climbing reveals the character within. And so, we march on, one step at a time, one breath at a time and one camp at a time. Because anyone who has climbed high in Africa knows: Anyone can eat an elephant. You just have to eat it one bite at a time.
How high is high? Pole' pole' my friends...Steve Lombardi
After sending that first post I noticed it had a misspelled word in the title. Blame it on hypoxia. I apologize for the spelling. This is my third trip back to Africa and Kilimanjaro so there is so much more to report that I could go on for a long long time but right now is the lion feed. But before I go, Jamie took this image and it's really a solid piece of work. Not me but the mountain peak. As promised more later but those lions are hungry and so allowing Dan and Scott to get thinner is not a good thing when you're as slow as I am. Onward we march...... Steve
Karibu from NairobiSteve Lombardi, raining....
03/02/2006, Nairobi, Kenya
Hello to everyone. A climber with access to the manager blog? I'm thinking Jamie may need some O2's after this experience. We are all feeling pretty good this morning, having had a big breakfast, said our goodbyes to Goodluck, Goodwin and all the other porters and friends we've made in Tanzania.
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