As I look out at the vast mountain range of the “Keyhole” with the 50 MPH wind hitting my face like a sand blaster, my stomach drops. Looking down, I see a rocky ridge 2000 feet down with a straight drop and to the left was the path up the massive mountain which I was almost there. I stepped back for a moment looked at the people I was with and saw that they were not going to do it. I started back down the boulder field and thought to myself I was almost there what am I scared of? The drop? The wind? Yeah I was scared but we are always scared of everything and this separates us from the ones who “can” and the “cants”. I start to tighten up my backpack and tie my shoes “Hey, I am going to do it!” my friends turn around and look at me like I was crazy. I told them it may take me some time but I will be back! I start to ascend back to the entrance of the backside of the mountain, the wind blowing in my face my stomach again starts to drop again as I climb over the giant boulders.
