Hiking, The Male Animal

There is No Failure

Pure Luck set out this afternoon to journey to the Neighboring State with Great Big Mountains and undertake a hike that has frustrated him in recent years. He calls it "The Ring." I’ve looked at it on a map. It is 25 miles that includes several good-sized mountains. Even in his days thru-hiking the AT, a similar journey would have made for a very long day. But for some reason he has it in his mind that this test must be passed.

The plan is to hike in to the trail head late this afternoon, camp out, then start the hike early, early in the morning. He’ll stow his camping gear off the trail and come back to it at the end of "The Ring," then sleep in the tent again tomorrow night.

I believe this is his third attempt. The first time he didn’t have enough light to finish and took the cutoff (a trail that cuts "The Ring" almost in half). The next time he chose a day too hot and too humid and ended up suffering from heat exhaustion (nausea and dehydration). He looked awful when he got home.

But the weather conditions seem to be perfect for the third attempt. The weather is much cooler, and it will be partly cloudy tomorrow. If all goes well, he’ll call on his way home Monday morning.

As he left he said, "There is no Failure. Only Success or Death."

Yes, that’s Pure Luck: Samurai Hiker.

9 thoughts on “There is No Failure”

  1. *singing*
    “This is my Quest to follow that star,
    No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
    To fight for the right
    Without question or pause,
    To be willing to march into hell
    For a heavenly cause!
    And I know, if I’ll only be true
    To this glorious Quest,
    That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
    When I’m laid to my rest.
    And the world will be better for this,
    That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
    Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
    To reach the unreachable stars!”
    Good luck, Pure Luck!

  2. Reminds me of climbing Notre Dame with a colleague a few years ago (he was at that time in training to do a 100 mile bike ride in the Texas August, called the Hotter ‘N Hell 100).
    He said to me, “Can you make it?” Because I did not answer (because I had no breath) he assumed assent. “We’ll sleep when we’re dead,” he said gravely, and headed on up.
    Thought.it.was.the.end.of.me.
    Here’s hoping PL makes it easily and enjoys it.

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