"Let me be clear my friends, THE WORLD IS A DANGEROUS PLACE.
Let me repeat it and be even clearer on it - THE WORLD IS INDEED A VERY DANGEROUS PLACE"
These words were resonating in my head, all over again. I heard them in person, during the visit to a rally for the support of the greatest Canadian Prime Minister, on August 12th.
Be afraid my friends, this world is dangerous. I am the only one who can save you and make you feel safe and secure.
The Prime Minister was referring to, of course, to our global "world", plagued by problems that seemingly cannot be solved.
This is how I intended to begin my speech at our first meeting of 2015/2016 season. I felt that I wanted to incorporate politics and awareness - I wasn't sure indeed that this combination could work.
When I rehearsed, my only adviser said that she didn't understand the connection between the prime minister, this dangerous world and my story.
So, I decided not to give this speech, but as it was already written, I am publishing it here.
It might make some sense to some.
Introduction
Introduction
(This is how I would start my speech): Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who know my name, and know what I support, it will be easy to relax and follow my story.
For those who don’t know me, my name is BB, and I am a thinker, member of a minority, and a person who lives his life in his own way.
If you expected me to speak about my favourite politician, our commander in chief, the economist genius, the strategist, our Prime Minister Stephen Harper, you were wrong.
No Harper story today. This is a different story.
I will tell you how I learned to see again, and how I woke up from a deep sleep.
How I rejected to stay blind. How I regrew my sense of awareness.
How I rejected to stay blind. How I regrew my sense of awareness.
During our climb - lots of fun |
Story It was 8:30 PM on August 29th, and Stephane, my climbing partner, and I were stuck on a narrow ledge on the west face of West Baldy mountain. It was getting dark, it was getting cold, the wind was blowing out of this world, we didn’t have any water left, Stephane didn’t have his prescription glasses, I didn’t have the headlamp, we were running out of slings, we were running out of food, we were tired, we’ve been on the mountain since the early morning….we were lost. Nobody knew where we were, our SPOT device stopped emitting a signal, we didn’t have prusiks to try to climb back up, and we were running out of rope. West Baldy is not a big mountain. It is close to Calgary, just by highway 40, across Barrier Lake. You can see its mother peak, Mt.Baldy, when driving to Banff, just off the casino. It is in our backyard.
During our climb we practiced skills we needed |
We almost run out of rope once, and had to improvise a mid cliff rappel.
I can tell you the feeling that is produced when you can see that the end of rope is closer and closer, and that the rope might not be long enough…...
I guess Stephane could compare it to parachuting and knowing that the parachute is faulty. He was the one who rappelled first without knowing if the rope length would be sufficient. We could see our ascent ridge on the right hand side, as it seemed not that far away, but it was not possible to traverse it from our position. We had to try to go further down, and then possibly to climb up, to see if the drainage ridges would join somewhere at a higher elevation.
West Ridge is "Climber's Scramble" |
Stephane ready to climb the crux |
Rappelling to unknown |
“You must try it. You must go. That could be our chance”. I knew that he was thinking and analyzing. He always does. He replied that he would go, and that he would come back in 15 minutes. Next 15 minutes were long and lonely. I was stuck on the ledge, I wasn’t able to down climb, or to go up, it all depended on Stephane coming back - as he had the rope and the SPOT device, so he was the only one who could bring me up to the ridge. “The world was indeed a dangerous place”, I was repeating the words of our great Prime Minister. “How did I get here?” “What went wrong?”
- I was thinking and imagining that I was at home with Ada
- I was thinking about a coffee and Bruno’s omelette at Bruno’s.
- I was thinking about other mountains that Stephane and I did together, how we were experienced, how we knew what we were doing, majority of time :), and yet, we were walking on a very thin ice.
- I was thinking how stupid we were, to get stuck like this. I was disappointed.
- I wasn’t scared, I was completely aware of everything. I was calm and accepting.
The world indeed WAS NOT a dangerous place. It all made perfect sense. It was amazing how I got awaken from a sleep and could see again, on a such place. In such a precarious position.
The world indeed WAS NOT a dangerous place.
The mountain was doing only thing it knew, and that was TO BE. West Face didn’t want to injure us, to scare us, to kill us. West Face just WAS. The rock wasn’t wet and wasn’t choppy because it had some agenda against us. The rock just WAS.
Setting the last rappel |
The picture doesn't do justice - West face that I called names :) after we were safe |
I knew that so many things went wrong, and that the only people responsible for that were us.
It was us, Stephane and I, who created this “dangerous world”. We were even somewhat prepared, had a rope, belay devices, slings…..but still we were too cocky and arrogant.
There were at least 10 things we didn’t do properly.
What do you think was the worst mistake? Some of them were rookie mistakes.
Lessons
Lessons
- We underestimated the mountain. “It is just there”. “We can do it in no time”. “It is not even 900 vertical meters”. The lesson learned here is: NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE MOUNTAIN.
- We didn’t research our descent route. We ignored the warnings written by other climbers that there was “no easy way down”. We even didn’t descent using preferred routes - we chose our own route. The lesson learned here is: RESEARCH DESCENT ROUTES AND DESCEND FOLLOWING A RECOMMENDED ROUTE.
- We descended the West Face, and kept descending it, even though we didn’t know what was coming, what was below us. And we ended up on the cliffs. The lesson learned here is: DON’T DESCEND TO AN UNKNOWN AREA.
- Nobody knew where we were. We didn’t leave a detailed description of our ascent and descent routes to our better halves. We only told them that we’ll be climbing the West Ridge. Lesson learned: STICK WITH THE PLAN THAT IS COMMUNICATED TO SOMEONE (ANYONE) WHO COULD LET RESCUE PARTIES KNOW WHERE TO SEARCH. LET PEOPLE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING AND TELL THEM WHEN YOU"LL BE BACK.
- “Minor” lessons (6-12):
- (Always) Carry a “normal” prescription glasses. Stephane only had a dark, sun glasses that are prescription glasses at the same time. When it got dark he couldn’t see well anymore, and that was an issue..
- (Always) Carry the maximum amount of water (in camel water-pack) if going to dry, waterless area. We ran out of water - we only had 2 deciliters of Powerade...
- Research water sources on the mountain before you climb it, especially if the mountain is the dry one.
- (Always) Carry extra tapes and webbings if rock climbing (descending).
- (Always) Carry an extra food.
- (Always) Carry a headlamp.
- DO NOT separate when not able to see each other, especially if one of us has a lifeline(s)
Stephane got back after 10 minutes. “I think we can make it”, he yelled. "There is a steep bridge on the other side that we can walk on, and then we can rappel to the bottom and walk to the ascent ridge”.
Our descent route is in red colour. |
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