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Now, after too long a lapse, I was back in old Sierra haunts. I brought my sons to this crest, not to expose them to danger but to try to show them how to avoid it. I wanted very much to see them feel at home on the snow, far back in the winter wilderness, all around the clock and all around the compass. Moreover, I also had a suspicion that every generation needs to invent contests which it can be first to win. This certainly seems to be true of people who look to mountains for their contests. The two generations before mine won their contests—most of them—on the great peaks of the Alps and the major summits of the United States. My generation finished off the Himalayan giants. I mean, that's what climbers did who could afford such expeditions; the less affluent of us settled for little-known peaks or for switching seasons or routes on climbs of the well-known summits. |
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