My son is dreaming of his first expedition and is ‘coming along’ to Aconcagua. Should I tell him it’s dangerous? Silly? Imprudent? That there is little point in climbing big rocks?Should I tell him he’d rather focus on chess or read classics?
He has heaps of charisma and passion and so far it is a play… the one that taught him names of obscure peaks and intricacies of belaying. He has views on mountain rescue and 8,000 meter peaks. He is worried about me climbing with a broken wrist. He is committed to passion. And so am I. And it is terribly contagious. He lives in this moment and not inside a video game. And I am proud of him. My challenge ahead is to teach him about fragility of human life and perils of body’s momentum. But what we did teach him thus far is that when going gets tough you can come to this magnificent cathedral, get in the flow, play chess game with movements on a rock face and breath deeply.