While I would love to climb again, climbing is for me probably a thing of the past for a number of reasons. For one thing, I am not as young as I used to be. Once I turned 30, I started to have regular problems with strained ligaments, torn muscles, ... And since my accident, I often loose feeling in my bum and legs when I do things that are "too" hard. To my surprise, when I tried to climb it went amazingly well. It's just that on the next day, I was not sure if I hurt/damaged someing in my back, or if I just have sore muscles. A friend of mine said: "Everything has its time. And when you miss that, you quickly loose sight of the bigger picture." Auf Deutsch

The Beauty

The Price


I know, it is not rational. But being in the mountains is for me almost equivalent to being alive. It is hard to describe the fascination of it, expecially the fascination of climbing. Is is a sport? Is it a dangerous addiction? Or is it just the most intense thing that we lived through - if we did live through it? More ... Intense experiences come at a price. When we started climbing, we thought we'd accept the price. The Chinese saying "Rather one day as a tiger than one hundred years as a sheep" captures the idea well. But at the time we did not know how much it hurts to loose a friend. That experience came later. More ... Despite all visible "evidence to the contrary", we don't climb to get hurt or to get killed. It is exactly the opposite: we are in the mountains because we want to live now, this very moment, and not in the future or the past. Comments from Reinhard Karl, Roland Heer, and me.
Thomas Haslwanter, Last modified 2 May, 2012