Writing Prompt

Mount Denali. A summit of 20,310 feet above sea level. The highest peak in North America. And I was about to climb it.

It wouldn’t be the first mountain I climbed. And it certainly wasn’t going to be the last.

I know the drill. By the time you feel as if you can’t walk and breathe, you are probably only half way. You take breaks and often camp over night. But most importantly, you take an incredib...

Maintaining the final view in mind

Grasping it, still nowhere in sight

Sweat and tears payment in kind

Harbouring small pockets of delight

Amid bouts of epic self destruction

Sabotaging opportunities at hand

My faith in God my only protection

One set of footprints in the sand

They have not once been my own

A gratitude beyond my articulation

To be wholly loved and truly known

Ever present ...

Everyone at some point in their life has dreamed about climbing a mountain, whether it be Everest, or Snowdon or the Himalayas. It’s always viewed as an exciting, adrenaline filled adventure with lots of risks to your body, however, not everyone considers the psychological aspect of climbing lathe mountains.

Climbing mountains isn’t easy, trust me i know, I’m half way up Everest, and it is super ...

Years of training went into this climb, I assured myself. You got this.

But I wasn’t so sure.

“One step at a time,” I said to myself. I wasn’t alone. I had a whole team with me! What could go wrong?

I was used to this: the cold, the wind, the blasting freezing air. But I was getting old. This would be my last climb. I wanted to make it a good one.

As we climbed past Green Boots, we saluted....

Today is March 14th 2023, and I am making my mark, by climbing a beast of a mountain. This mountain is known to man all around the world. It’s killed many in its path way, Challenger after challenger. It has many names, the most common name is Mount Everest.

My name is Carter, and I am a climber. I started climbing at the age of 10. My parents owned a rock climbing park. Since the first da...

Each step i take the tighter my chest goes , it is like a snake suffocating the life out of me but i must continue, stepping over rocks on this warn out path , that's a run-way for the wind as it whips past me shooting ice arrows through my body.

I am not cut out for this but i must prove to the other mothers i am much more than a stay at home mom, i live on the edge and take risks!

Another shot o...

Her words keep replaying in my head, over and over again. The words seem sharper each time I replay them, cutting into me like knives. I reach a hand up and grab the next ledge while shaking my head to rid my thoughts of her. But how could I?

I ignore my racing mind and try to concentrate

on my feet finding the small, rough edges and pushing myself further up the mountain. I take a deep breath ...

The legs fell off the stone, Luc tried her hardest to pull herself up but she messed up twice. How could this be the end?

With another hard pull, she was up again. Maybe it isn’t as bad after all.

Wind burst through the ears as she ventured her way through the ice roads. Miles were traveled, and Luc was reaching the end of the mountain. The snow went ballistic and the wind was hollowing....

As the wind howled around me I just think about how much longer I have. My mother always said that you would have to face extreme obstacles in life, but she never said anything about this. Every step I take up this mountain I feel like I am getting farther from the top less than closer. I never liked hiking or climbing up things like this but my fiancé begged me to do this with him. “How are you d...

The pressure is almost too much from below, the pressure is almost too much up above. Eyes icy, face cracked, beard frozen. Snow and wind ceaseless. No end, no sight....