We are back down from our summit attempt.
Last night I was sitting in front of my tent looking up at the mountain that stamped its effect on my life.
Base camp is not exactly where we want to be, but I am satisfied that we gave it our best shot. Even more important, we tried with everything we had.
I often speak of failure as a big part of my life. Nothing I do is a sure thing, otherwise I would not be doing it; not knowing if, or if not, is the most exciting aspect of my life, In fact I have built my life on the chance of failure, because then, each time you do something, you have to do your best!
Maybe one day I must halt trying, then and only then will I cease failing but I will also terminate the chance of success.
How can man fall asleep if so many unsure dreams elude him?