Why I Climb
Hanging off the side of a cliff, tens to hundreds of meters from the ground, with air all around me, I experience my own death. The rush of wind. The slowing of time. I close my eyes. I allow the experience.
Hanging off the side of a cliff, tens to hundreds of meters from the ground, with air all around me, I experience my own death. The rush of wind. The slowing of time. I close my eyes. I allow the experience.