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Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.
John Muir (via go-climb-the-mountains)
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mojagear:

Anyone who has fallen in love with climbing has likely experienced this moment: the moment in which you completely surprise yourself. You surpass your assumed threshold of ability—despite the gravity, lactic acid in your arms, and less-than-ideal friction on the rock—by making the split second decision to make one more move. Letting go would be so easy. But for some reason, at that exact moment in time, on that very go on your problem or route, you pull out a reserve of force and reach for something beyond. That something, the victory hold we find ourselves clenching, is the most priceless prize of all.
-Jackie Santore
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mojagear:

Anyone who has fallen in love with climbing has likely experienced this moment: the moment in which you completely surprise yourself. You surpass your assumed threshold of ability—despite the gravity, lactic acid in your arms, and less-than-ideal friction on the rock—by making the split second decision to make one more move. Letting go would be so easy. But for some reason, at that exact moment in time, on that very go on your problem or route, you pull out a reserve of force and reach for something beyond. That something, the victory hold we find ourselves clenching, is the most priceless prize of all.

-Jackie Santore

This is a Campfire post, a short feature of 110 words or less and only one photo. Want to take on the challenge? Submit your own - or - view more campfire posts