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How To Climb A Hill

I was in the audience during a presentation at the Green Mountain College Adventure Education Colloquium last week, when the presenter, Jojo, asked everyone if they could remember a formative outdoor experience they’d had growing up. I tried to think of my first time in the mountains, my first time on skis, my first time doing something wilderness-y, but I could only think of this one thing.

My first real, not-hand-me-down bike was a black and gold Huffy Thunder 50 BMX bike, which I rode everywhere. My family lived at the top of this huge hill, that in retrospect I realize was probably only huge to an 8-year-old riding a one-speed bike, usually with a tennis racket or baseball glove in one hand. I would ride up that goddamn thing in the summertime, legs burning with exertion. I hated it. I’m pretty sure I got off my Thunder 50 and walked it up the last two blocks dozens of times.

Whenever I rode up that hill with my mom, she would convince me that instead of getting off our bikes and walking, we should just make it to the second-to-last intersection and ride around in circles until our (my) legs felt like they could make it to the top. So that’s what we did.

I don’t think she was trying to teach me a life lesson, beyond not being a weenie. Just ride to the top of the hill. Because you probably can if you try a little harder.

This past Monday, I got on the East Ridge of Mount Bancroft in the Indian Peaks near Denver. It’s a low-5th-class rock and snow ridge ending at 13,250 feet—not K2—but something you should be in shape for, not try to do after a winter of mostly sitting on your ass sending e-mails.

Halfway up, the clouds started building, and so did the low pulse of what I knew was going to be an altitude sickness headache. We climbed across snow aretes, loose rock, wet rock, and got intermittently peppered with graupel. In the quiet notch after the single rappel on the route, I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It became a 3,000-vertical-foot reminder that mountains are pretty, but climbing them is hard. Really hard, sometimes.

There are plenty of reasons to quit in the mountains: bad conditions, bad weather, slow parties ahead of you, avalanche danger, getting sick, getting injured. Not trying hard enough isn’t usually one of them. But most of the time on the way up, there are at least a hundred times when you think about how much more relaxing it would be to be somewhere else: lying on a couch watching golf, drinking a beer at a sidewalk table in the sun, even sitting on the shore of that alpine lake you passed an hour ago, thinking about life. But, you keep going up instead, even if you need to stop for a minute and rest.

My mom’s not much of a mountaineer, but I think she was on to something back then, making me ride my bike around in circles so I could get to the top of the hill instead of giving up.

-Brendan

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8 Comments

  1. Matt
    April 24, 2014

    Moms are cool

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  2. Natalie
    April 24, 2014

    Thanks Brendan, I definitely needed to hear this today.

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  3. April 24, 2014

    Your post has helped me to release a little of the guilt I had regarding my own parenting in the outdoors! When we started hiking up mountains with our children, around ages 3 and 5, i used to say, “Instead of stopping, lets just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Then we get closer and closer to the top.” We would sing songs and count our steps….anything to keep those kids moving! Eventually it paid off. My husband and I are usually having to keep up with them on hikes (now they are 6 and 9). Three cheers for moms who teach ENDURANCE to their young children!!

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    • Tom G.
      April 25, 2014

      I grew up on the receiving end of tactics like these. Thanks to games like, ‘find and tag the next trail marker’ my sister and I bagged most of the notable peaks in the White Mountains before we finished Elementary school. I’m 25 now, and this experience has helped me through larger adventures in the wilderness and even final exams in College.

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  4. April 24, 2014

    I totally understand why those uphill bike rides were so memorable. Accomplishing something you don’t think you can do is SUCH an amazing feeling. It’s a feeling we should all help our kids experience!

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  5. matt l
    May 2, 2014

    Ooh, nice post. Could have saved it for mother’s day though, now you STILL have to buy flowers.

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  6. May 8, 2014

    I was just thinking yesterday about how I used to hate climbing on my bike. I’m not much better at it now, but I can’t seem to stay away from it, and find a ride boring if there isn’t at least one hard one in it.

    For me, I guess the old, “Because it’s there” works about as well as anything can. Mallory later went on to elaborate: ““Everest is the highest mountain in the world, and no man has reached its summit. Its existence is a challenge. The answer is instinctive, a part, I suppose, of man’s desire to conquer the universe.”

    “Its existence is a challenge.” Yeah — pretty much that.

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  7. May 29, 2014

    Spot on! I did my first hike after a serious injury last weekend, and it kicked my ass (something about barely moving for weeks), but getting to the top was sooo sweet, despite the many (many) rest stops. It’s worth it.

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