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mapsontheweb:
“Sagarmatha, or Mount Everest
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Source: National Geographic

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Pictures by Brian J. McMorrow

Tibetan wolf (Canis lupus chanco), also known as the woolly wolf, Qomolangma National Nature Preserve, Mount Everest.

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*scaling Mount Everest during a blizzard*
Mountain climber: You can't go any further! This blizzard could kill us all!
Me: I have to keep going! There's a Kyurem up there!
Mountain climber: ...
Me: ...
Mountain climber: HOLY SHIT!
Mountain climber: AW WHAT'S A LITTLE BLIZZARD ANYWAY.
Mountain climber: *yells to other mountain climbers* I HOPE YOU GUYS BROUGHT YOUR SMARTPHONES.

Source: jellicent

alpinistoamericano

People ask me, ‘What is the use of climbing Mount Everest?’ and my answer must at once be, ‘It is of no use.'There is not the slightest prospect of any gain whatsoever. Oh, we may learn a little about the behavior of the human body at high altitudes, and possibly medical men may turn our observation to some account for the purposes of aviation. But otherwise nothing will come of it. We shall not bring back a single bit of gold or silver, not a gem, nor any coal or iron… If you cannot understand that there is something in man which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won’t see why we go. What we get from this adventure is just sheer joy. And joy is, after all, the end of life. We do not live to eat and make money. We eat and make money to be able to live. That is what life means and what life is for.

George Mallory (via alpinistoamericano)

Source: goodreads.com

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Hornocal Mountains, Argentina

The Hornocal Mountains in northern Argentina are known for their vibrant colors, part of the limestone formation called Yacoraite that extends from Peru to Salta, through Bolivia and the Quebrada de Humahuaca. Though beautiful, the mountains retain an air of mystery. Not many tourists visit because the narrow, gravel road that leads to the area is inaccessible by bus. (Source)

Source: sixpenceee

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Light flurries of condensed water fell from a pale sky, barely illuminated by the sun’s thin rays. The wind fell and rose in great sweeps, unmerciful to all who dared travel these formidable crags. Cold was a constant companion in mountains like these and yet the cutting force of the mountains’ rage was unable to slice through Sabik’s thick pelt of completely white fur. Sabik’s verdant eyes pierced through the small, shrinking blizzard like beacons, leading and telling her the safest way to skirt the dangerous sides and how to use her body to leap from rock to rock. It was formidable, living in an atmosphere as high as this, and yet the low air count didn’t take quite so high a toll on a dainty female like Sabik. She had been born in the upper region of the world, miles away from Dachau. Energy like this came naturally and it took almost half the effort a normal wolf her age and size would use up to scale these ragged peaks.

Sabik scrambled up the remaining few feet towards a small crevice in the frozen rock, her heart pumping thick blood evenly through her veins and likewise, her arteries. Up here, in this mountains, she was safe. She felt protection reach around her like an invisible force shield like no other. In the snow, wind and drifts, Sabik was home once more. It felt like moons since she had felt the crisp fallings of clouds beneath her paw pads, and it urged her once more to find this pack she had been dutifully assigned to. Creeping out of her hiding spot, Sabik’s green optics narrowed onto an unsuspecting target; a white hare who was shedding it’s winter coat a bit too early for safety. The splotches of brown stuck out like radars, calling and entrancing Sabik to dine on this morsel. Might be good as a greeting gift for the Alphas. The female reasoned this would be the most respectful thing. Introducing herself polity and courteously was something the she-wolf had always been taught as a youngster and it had stuck throughout her adolescent life. Licking her lips in knowledge of the meal she was about to prepare, the arctic wolf slipped carefully and silently out of the cave, her expertise in the snow only to the hare’s unequaled disadvantage.

Outside the wind had stopped the torrent upon the mountains and the noise fell silent, besides, of course, the small crunch of grass threads being torn into little pieces in the hare’s minuscule mouth. The chosen meal was oblivious to the impending danger that was cautiously surrounding the creature like a veil. As the seconds ticked by and Sabik’s paws steadily moved forward in a near motionless trance, every muscle urged the female to sprint forward and grab the hare into her muscular jaws, wanting to feel the crunch of bone and the rip of fur beneath her ivories. Wait for it… Sabik knew better than to give in straight away; for one she was quite a distance off and her prey would be long gone by the time she reached it, no matter how fast she thought she was. Bit by bit, step by cautious step, Sabik inched closer, her mouth beginning to salivate in preparation for a bit of food. The urge of the wild grabbed hold of Sabik’s body right when the hare stopped chewing; almost as if it had somehow sensed anther’s presence. It’s uncertainly was found too late for it was already being sprinted at, a hungry she-wolf a stride away from her prize. Blood dribbled onto the blanched snow, crimson and dark in bright contrast with the newly fallen snow particles.

With that the female was off, her paw steps assure of herself as she crossed into more uncharted terrain. It was an eerie silence that granted these white coated walls, and Sabik plodded on with more alertness should she spot the forewarning of a type of danger. After a few minutes of testing the grounds and moving almost ghost-like through the hills, Sabik’s nose caught onto a powerful, wolf scent. It stopped her movement all together as Sabik pondered what to do; this was obviously the pack’s border line. She was allowed to cross it due to being ordered to join, but something stopped the vix, something larger than just a simple night-time fear. It seemed almost trivial that Sabik would be perceived by other wolves as a “scardy cat” for not wishing to enter another pack’s territory without prior admission from the Alphas. That would almost instantly be a wrong guess however; it was not that she was frightened, more of that she was lonesome and wistful. Maybe Polaris was here. Maybe he was dead. Who really knew anymore? The thought of her closest brother as dead was a strike of pain through Sabik. She loved her younger brother dearly and hoped he had survived their pack’s past ordeal. Oh just get over that already! He’s dead–he’s not coming back. Sabik’s conscious and less dominant side spoke up. She wasn’t by nature a harsh wolf; on the contrary she was rather soft spoken and quiet. Still, she ached for her brother to be home with her again, for them just to spend a few life changing moments together. That would never happen. Not after that fiasco that thos slavering mangy brutes had instilled on her pack’s–Sabik’s mind stopped from it’s torment.

It was time to move on. Maybe this place would allow her to accept her brother’s death and finally move on. More likely than not she would still miss Polaris deeply. Until the day she died herself. Sabik laid the hare down just inside the border, stepping over the scent-coated line herself as she lifted her head to the heavens. A longing, and desolate sound came out, softly ringing submission among the rises of snow and ice. A call. A call of possible acceptance into this world.

NOTE || This is from roughly summer 09, so its a tad different than how I write now.