On the Blue Moon of Aug 2012, Mount Septimus became a vision. A vision of majestic strength and personal achievement. The first mountain to summit of hopefully many to come.
It was a grueling mission on the body and the mind, and only prevailed to create hope and love within my spirit. Challenging and daunting, I'm not gonna lie. I was scared.
I accompanied a solid, professional Mountaineering guru who walked me through this experience. As my mentor he aided me in positive thinking and maintaining my strength. Not to mention all the technical climbing involved, my life was in his hands to an extent.
It was a 5 hour hike into our camping site. We slept soundly that night with dreams of the summit in our near future. We awoke to a clear blue sky and sunshine warming our hearts.
Starting the climb on the icy snow we did some exercises beforehand in self arrest positions and safety precautions. We began to climb. The rocky loose rocks were threatening to unsteady our steps.
Once reaching the north glacier we traversed across, staring deep into the crevasses below and above our trail. Once we crossed and hit the Basalt rock, it was only a matter of time before we scurried up the rock to reach the top.
The view was intense. My heart was singing by then and my legs burning. I felt elation.
We ate, and reflected on the journey and to our sadness it was time to down climb. The adventure starts again. This time gravity working for us not against us.
Upon reaching camp we warmed up, ate and basked in the glory of the full Blue Moon poking out from the peak of our summit. This experience touched me so deeply I felt honored to have been a part of this glorious world if only for a few days. It has inspired me intensely and these memories will walk with me for the rest of my life.