Once again the mountains are calling. My boss is gracious enough to let me have a few days off from our very busy logistics schedule to tackle the freedom of the hills.
Today is my youngest brother’s birthday. To celebrate he wanted to climb the Crestones in Colorado. Weather has other plans for us and is currently dumping snow on them. We are now going to climb Capitol Peak via the Capitol Lake Trail. It will be a lot of work with 17 miles round trip and over 5000 foot elevation gain for some descendants of an Austrian. We will fly out in a few hours from now.
I can’t help but feel excitement at the opportunity, but also a sense of dread leaving my wife and children. Its an odd feeling that twists my insides.
Where I work we were encouraged to write a safety commitment letter. This is what I penned out based on my work experience and our most recent mountaineering adventure to New Hampshire in February 2017.
As most of my co-workers in the 2440 building know I traveled to New Hampshire at the end of January 2017 to climb in the White Mountains. It has become a favorite spot for me and the climbing team I go with. We partake in classic alpine ascents on the Presidential Range in some of the worst weather imaginable as well as partake in the more technical side of climbing called “ice climbing”. This technical climbing involves ascending frozen waterfalls sometimes hundreds of feet vertically with wild exposure for the climber. We spent time on Frankenstein Cliffs and on great frozen routes called “Standard” and “Dracula”.This year I made an observation with a close climbing friend. The two of us noted that the climbing party had several jokesters and more than enough smiling faces. However, we observed that as any one of the members began the climb up a column or frozen face the smile would instantly be replaced with a very serious expression. With this observation in mind I did a self-check: what was I feeling while climbing with hundreds of feet below me on a frozen waterfall? I can tell you I felt no fear, but in its place a steady, grinding, intense focus realizing that what I was doing was very thrilling and dangerous and needed all of my attention!
The party did not lose track of keeping safety measures in place in all of these excursions and verbally and physically checked on each other’s wellbeing and equipment. We would examine the figure-8 knots attached to our harnesses; critique each other’s placement of anchors; provide feedback to belay positions; teach new alpine belay techniques to aid the newer climbers. We all recognized that alpine and technical ice climbing is a very serious business, and we all consciously chose not to take the gift of life for granted.
Working with this logistics company has opened my eyes to what we often take for granted–driving. Statistically speaking driving is the single most dangerous activity in which any American can be involved. Thousands of people die every year in automobile related crashes…but, wait; that great tune just came on the radio so let me reach over to turn it up and take my eyes off the road for just a few seconds… With all of this in mind I wish for myself, my driver group, and my family that we all would assume that same sense of danger inherent in ice climbing when we get behind the wheel of a vehicle and recognize that life is a fragile thing!
Today as I write this I am 63 hours into a 72 Hour Water Fast. I’ve only ever endured a 24 hour fast before and it has been some time since then. I’m doing it for a number of reasons not necessarily in this order. The first reason is for the mental challenge—mind over matter. The second reason is for the health benefits as noted by multiple other bloggers. The third reason is to encourage my prayer life. So let’s explore each of my reasons and how it applies to mountaineering.
The first reason as it applies to Mountaineering is the mental challenge. I remember climbing my first big hill with my forever friend Isaiah in August of 2005. We hiked in to a camping spot below Hagues’ Peak, CO. around late afternoon on a misty and rainy day. It was our first long hike and climb and so we invariably had not planned well enough in terms of food. I will always say men learn best through experience. We enjoyed a MRE meal (before I knew what hydrogenated oil and artificial everything was) and crashed early in preparation for tomorrow’s climb to the summit. We had approximately 3000’ to go up steep and rocky terrain. It was difficult going and slower than anticipated. The top never seemed to get closer. At one point we did what everyone does in an endeavor– you look at each other, look ahead at the trial still to come, look back at the easier way down that ends the pursuit. There is that part in a man where mental stubbornness begins to do battle with that weakness called the body. We looked to the summit and pushed on. At the top there is jubilation, however it is only half of the battle! We still need to get all the way down. By mid-day and with almost ten miles still to go we are out of food. I can recall talking about food the entire way back. We took a ridiculous selfie once back at the faithful Honda Civic and drove straight to Subway! I can tell you several other stories of mountaineering adventures through the years that I have shared with friends and family. The theme is always the same. It is always a mental challenge to beat your body into overcoming the mountain. Even packing enough food it will be a trial. It will be a mental challenge as you gaze at the peak that never seems to get closer. Day three of this fast has been the most difficult. I am closer than ever to completing the fast, but am faced with the temptation every moment of ending it early. I chose to walk a three and a half mile loop on quiet back roads. It was good. It transported me back to remembering long arduous climbs, hungry, tired, but persevering through the trial of the mountain. The trial is sheer joy. It is mind over matter. Pressure makes diamonds. The fast keeps my mind ready for the next mountaineering adventure. Try it and see!
The second reason I am doing this fast is for the health benefits. According to an article by Steven Salzberg commenting on a couple of studies he states that “fasting (or starvation) forces your body to ‘recycle a lot of the immune cells that are not needed’ which explains the drop in the white blood cell count. Two of the key mechanisms are an enzyme called PKA and a hormone called IGF-1, both of which are reduced by fasting. Once you start eating again, your stem cells kick back into high gear to replenish the cells that were recycled.” We never seem to give our body a break from eating. The system is constantly working and never seems to hit a reset. Almost like a vacation from work it seems our bodies benefit greatly from a “vacation” of sorts from eating. After a three day fast the body has cleansed itself of toxins, reset the immune system for the body, and cleared the mind of clutter and junk as the individual doing the fast is forced to focus on the task. Let Us Reason puts it like this: “Fasting does have a rejuvenation effect on the body. Nearly all animals instinctively fast when they are ill, when we fast our organs and glands get a much-needed rest. The body is able to concentrate on other things besides digestion. The Bible refers to “fasting” with spiritual goals in mind. In a general sense fasting can give us control over the weaknesses of our flesh we normally may not have. In a more specific sense fasting can help you concentrate on spiritual matters. We set aside our everyday activity to concentrate on the Lord.” As a man I need my body at its peak to perform the tasks at hand including the ability to climb the mountains of life put before me by the LORD. The body is a gift given to me. As a steward of it I seek its wellbeing through a 72 hour fast.
The third reason I choose to do this lengthy fast is for the spiritual benefit. At every moment I’m faced with a pang of hunger I pray for the strength to carry on. I know that “I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.” Paul wrote these words while sitting in prison almost 2000 years ago. He was dealing with some pretty tough times as he sought to spread the Gospel. It was not his strength he leaned on. He recognized that the strength he had was given to him from Someone higher and thus gave God the glory for the accomplishment. Today while walking I asked for the strength and healing to carry on. I am only a man. I am finite. I am frail. I am bound within created time. Time does not wait. I can still remember all of my children at the time of their birth. It is burned into my head. Man is born and man will someday die. But while we are here there is quality of life that can only be truly achieved as a gift from the LORD through prayer. American busyness has quietly and persistently overwhelmed my prayer life to the point that some days I forget to pray to my Maker and Sustainer. In fasting I’m reminded with every hunger pang, every moment of fatigue to turn to my Lord. It is good training for life yet ahead. Try it and see.
Personally this is my first lengthy fast. As mentioned before I’ve done 24 hour fasts, I’ve done 13-14 hour mountain adventures without food, but three days is like nothing I’ve done before. The benefits are there if you are physically able to do it. I am looking forward to some amazing food when this is all done in roughly 10 hours—boy am I looking forward to it! I will have to slowly introduce simple foods like chicken bone broth and diluted tart cherry juice so as not to shock my body. My senses are heightened like never before in anticipation for a wonderful end to the fast. The benefits will pay off and prepare me physically, mentally, and spiritually for not only the next Mountain, but life.
How well an individual responds physically at elevation depends on a couple of things. Some argue that O+ blood type carries oxygen better in their blood than others and that makes the difference. Others argue that you need to take Viagra or similar drugs to encourage better uptake of oxygen in the blood. Still others have come up with complex methods to acclimatize where a climber will proceed up the mountain and then come back down and then traverse a little higher and come back down.
MountEverest.net puts it like this, “The lack of oxygen at altitude cause your body to need more red oxygen carrying blood cells. Each new blood cell will pick up oxygen from the air and hurry it to your tissues. Your spine will therefore soon start to produce this new blood.”
So it seems that helping your body produce red blood cells is the name of the game. What if you could consume a natural element that helped you achieve this?
“The health benefits of copper include proper growth of the body…increased red blood cell formation.” Check out the full article on copper at Organic Facts.
Is Copper the answer? If so, how will you get this element in your diet daily? A good whole foods multivitamin might be one way. How about a copper vessel to carry your water in? Its a great way to avoid the chemicals in plastic containers.
I personally have several of these vessels and allow raw water straight out of the ground to sit in them overnight before I consume the water. This allows copper to permeate the water. Try it!
Count Leo Tolstoy to Valeria Arsenev
November 2, 1856
I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious – your heart, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me; nothing on earth is given without labor, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings.
I believe my wife to be the most beautiful woman, but there is more to our relationship that the outward attraction of the physical. When I first read Tolstoy’s letter to her she asked me to read it again. Her response was “oh wow” (so I encourage you men to read it to your wives- fire for effect. And not just for the one night stand: practice it!). It is easy to be the moth attracted to the flame as I still am. However, there is a commitment to my life long mate that works beneath the surface and sees “us” as a future. The singer/entertainer Lana Del Rey asks “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?”
I have always been fascinated with machines. Land Rovers in general. No, I’m not talking about plastic bumpers, high tech electronics that manipulate the good vibrations you feel through the seat. I’m talking about a motor, a gas pedal, maybe a heater that works in the summer, simple no frills attached reliability. Old hoopty.
It all started when my dad would tell us boys stories of his college days and exploring old farms and mountain trails in his 1965 Land Rover 109. How he would load it up with friends and just go. Eventually I came upon the Camel Trophy events and was fascinated by the exploration and adventure associated.
Through the years we’ve managed to have a few adventures of our own on the miles of forest roads through the National Forests and the old deteriorated logging trails.
One night recently we trekked up into a favorite secluded spot we used to hit in our high school days. We were celebrating Isaiah Goodall’s 30th birthday and he was down from DC to do man things. We made “hobo” meals in aluminum foil and threw them on the fire. Had a few rounds, talked about our women and the troubles they cause, ate our meals, enjoyed the cool breeze, climbed trees, pushed each other around, shouted out loud because it felt so amazing in the hills, and eventually sat back down around the fire and stared at it like men. Eventually the serious/deep conversation started. You know the kind that puts men to sleep. Right before we turned in for the night a pathetic Toyota all duded out came flying down the road. It was obvious by the slurring that these boys had too much to drink. We told them to get lost in a nice way. They asked us if we were gay and then pulled a 9mm pistol out and fired multiple rounds who knows where and sped off. We didn’t really move or say much. “Huh.” Sat around a little longer and then all fell retired to the tent.
My brother works as a 911 dispatcher and waited until the morning to collect the spent casings.
Where we live the wind never seems to stop. We have lived here on an exposed knoll for about three years and it recently occurred to me that our children have never flown a kite before. I was even captivated to see the kites take off. It seems its in man to want to climb higher (unless you are scared of heights).