The last time I was on the summit of the Magerstein was with Janine, a group of friends and a topless Italian woman. Today, I am all alone, there is no one to offer a Berg Heil to, only myself and the silence.Ironically, it is likely my last day in the mountains until I return in the winter with skis. This week I go to India and tomorrow bad weather arrives.
My view is allowing me to look to all I have done this year. My home sits 2000 meters below, and behind it the Dolomites, the region I have fallen in love with.
When one is learning another language, insight comes by paying attention to what one often says in their mother tongue. For me, I am continually uttering “perfetto”. This seems to be a good thing to need to say each day. Perfection… We all have days we look back on with perfect memories, but to be experiencing one of those days and knowing that it is so, that is a reward. So I celebrate accordingly with an inward smile, give a hoot and begin to retrace my own steps down the glacier. I’ll be back next season, berg heil.
– Post From My iPhone
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