It’s an exceptional thing to find someone with the altruistic attitude that restores you confidence in man. It’s another thing to tag along and document incredible feats in the mountains. This is my story about Ryan.
Reflecting back on this trip, I can’t help but think about timing. I think about the heat, the humidity, the commitment to our students and myself, and the success of this trip. What a time to be leaving, but what an opportunity to get away from the noise of it all and experience what was happening in Asia…
The plan was 120 miles, and 40,000ft of climbing in nine days. Day 1 started off as any, until I become incredible lost, scared, and defeated. I had an option to throw it all in, or avoid the bed begs in the north and complete the GR20 Sud, southern section.
GR20 has been an elusive goal of mine for quite some time. I finally have the time and support to get out and attempt a 5 day push through the grueling trail. The stoke couldn’t be higher.
I just met Bryan a week before the race. He was confident, stoic, but I could see that this was going to be something more than a race. Leadman was no joke.
“Can you take this credit card? It is American.” I said. “No, no, this will not work here. This will not work anywhere,” she says as she waves the card in my face. I couldn’t believe it. This was the nicest hotel in Havana...
I realized Scott and I wouldn’t be headed to Nepal in May. The great Himalaya would need to wait until this pandemic cleared out. It was obvious to set my sights on an objective here, in my own backyard. I heard about Nolans years ago, and thought it would be a pipe dream to attempt it. With a strong winter and spring of training, it became apparent that I was to go for it, and nothing felt impossible. The constant drives up to the Sawatch began, and a dream became realized.