Life is challenging
And I’m going to deploy in about two weeks or less for the third time. This tumblr is about to get a lot busier. Oh, the excitement of the inner workings of a mind that never stops with odds and ends and possibilities
candleslightyourface asked: What are some of your obsessions?
Music, Batman, the feeling of an adrenaline rush, and helping everyone I can at my own expense.
I always think of things to say on Tumblr when I’m not around my computer. Here’s to wine and a few beers to pull things out of me.. to anyone that’s reading.
dcu:
(via: jennifernapier:takefeartotheskies)
(Source: crazycrimeclowns)
At a certain point on Mount Everest there is an area known as the “Death Zone” or “Rainbow Valley.” Here there a dead bodies strewn across the land, their clothing is just as vivid as the day they died, and their gear is still intact as well.
Above a certain altitude, no human can ever acclimatize. Known as the Death Zone, only on 14 mountains worldwide can one step beyond the 8000 meter mark and know that no amount of training or conditioning will ever allow you to spend more than 48 hours there. The oxygen level in the Death Zone is only one third of the sea level value, which in simple terms means the body will use up its store of oxygen faster than breathing can replenish it.
In such conditions, odd things happen to human physical and mental states. A National Geographic climber originally on Everest to document Brian Blessed’s (ultimately botched) attempt at summiting, described the unsettling hallucinogenic effects of running out of oxygen in the Death Zone. The insides of his tent seemed to rise above him, taking on cathedral-like dimensions, robbing him of all strength, clouding his judgement. Any stay in the Death Zone without supplementary oxygen is like being slowly choked, all the while having to perform one of the hardest physical feats imaginable.There is a place known as Green Boots cave. It’s a small limestone overhang located at 8500 m, it was already infamous among climbers for the same reason it earned its nickname. For the past ten years, the body of a climber who died in 1996 has been a grim landmark for every climber of the Northeast route, lying curled up in the fetal position, wearing fluorescent green mountaineering boots. (Via)
I want to do this because of those who couldn’t and the danger involved.
(Source: bill--maplewood)
