oldschool wrote:Given a day of good weather and a mtn within our abilities, what is it that you/us/we fear or are afraid of having happen to us during our hike? Does fear even enter the equation? As the weather and difficulty increase, do your/our fears change?
Nothing, no, and not really. For the first two, I don't see what one would have to fear about ideal conditions. For the last, I wouldn't call it fear rather less-fun or more-suck but you know you'll get through even if there's added discomfort. There are other times when you're more alert like leading 5th class with run out, but you're executing your plan which is something fear lacks. I agree that getting a move on helps to calm, just like those pre-race jitters fade away with the starting gun.
As far as changing weather, I topped out Eolus in the fog/clouds of dusk not knowing if I'd make it back to the saddle where my headlamp (in my pack) was before dark. The sun had set when I did but I was able to find it as my eyes had adjusted. During the downclimb I began playing the "what if" game. "What if I don't get to my head lamp before dark?" "What if I lose the cairn trail?" "What if I get off route?" "What if the fog gets thicker limiting visibility to ten feet?" These were not fears, rather problems to think up solutions for as I played beat-the-clock in my down scramble. "I can just let my eyes adjust (I actually like hiking lampless at night at times)." "I can traverse to the ridge and run it as directly as possible to the catwalk." After passing others, "I could wait for them to come back from the summit (spoiler: they left their pack with their 'real' lamps at the saddle too) and follow them." "I could chill and wait for the clouds to move on. I had a mental map of the features I should be re-encountering as I doubled back." The fog lingered, I found my way back, got my lamp and pack, and went on for North Eolus in thicker fog half uncertain I summited until I saw the ridge the next day and spotted my turnaround point beyond it. A memorable pair of summits, not that I recommend doing them that way though.

"A few hours' mountain climbing make of a rogue and a saint two fairly equal creatures.
Tiredness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity - and sleep finally adds to them liberty."