I wrote this on Thanksgiving, in the middle of a 20 day mountaineering course in Argentina. A full post about my course is too come.
Today is Thanksgiving. Unlike every other year of my life I’m not at home for this holiday. My family is probably in the midst of the turkey as I write this.
But I’m not home.
I’m at 14,000 feet in the Argentinian Andes.
I’m curled up in a -20 degree sleeping bag in a small tent next to Emil. And I’m happier than ever. And more thankful than ever.
This evening after dinner I took a few minutes to reflect. The view from up here is absolutely spectacular. Every night the sunset looks prettier. In the center of my view sits Aconcagua, the highest peak outside of the Himalayas, standing at 22,841 feet. It’s captivating. In a month I get a chance to climb it. Tonight I just stared off in the distance and thinking about all I am thankful for.
This Thanksgiving is different. I’m just so thankful for my friends and family for supporting me on this adventure. I literally cannot explain how blessed I am. Especially being up in the mountains. It’s an otherworldly feeling. There’s something so magical about the mountains. I walk and sit up here as a guest in the presence of gods. And wow is it special. And wow am I thankful. I just don’t know how to describe it. The best I can do is show you all my view. Maybe you’ll understand why I’ve been speechless and in a daze this evening.
I hope everyone is having a great Thanksgiving right now. I hope you all are spending wonderful time with family and friends. While the mountains have a special place near my heart, family and friends are even closer. Enjoy your time with them, and cherish it. It’ll be another two weeks until you all read this. But I wanted to share this. To at least try and explain how blessed and grateful I am for everything and everyone in my amazing life.
Life is good.