hiking in Zermatt, Switzerland with a friend in early September, I think it is a luxury to use the majestic Matterhorn as the backdrop for climbing. If you are lucky, you can get a glimpse of the Matterhorn in the gap between the clouds. So, very satisfied.
One day, I accidentally took a trail to the Matterhorn Mountaineering Base Camp by accident. When I was about 20-30 minutes away from the base camp, I asked for directions to confirm that I had taken the wrong route. At that time, since we had no idea of the road ahead, we shivered imagining the hot coffee just brewed at the cable car station at the starting point of the trail, and quickly decided to turn back. That unfinished trail was abandoned by the pragmatic diaosi like me like a goddess of high difficulty - this is the mountaineering base of the Matterhorn, and like the Matterhorn, it is a place only for "advanced players"! Alright alright, turn back!
Before leaving, I still looked back at the base camp. The small house was like a white stone embedded in a ridge not far away. The Matterhorn with a strong aura could be seen up the ridge behind the house. The previously unreachable background of large color blocks has become a concrete foreground full of details. Such a scene shift, somehow, suddenly gave me an espresso-strong regret, a "have to get there" feeling. "Next time, come back when you're ready, and make sure to go to the base camp!" I said to myself in a pissed off tone. "As long as we walk down the road for 20 minutes, we can reach the base camp. Starting from the base camp and climbing along the ridge, we can climb the Matterhorn on the same day." I plan in my heart, as if I can really do it. Be it the base camp or the mountain, it has become a challenge full of possibilities amid mood swings. And, since "can" do it, then "must, must" do it. Originally in a relaxed mood, I left with solid regrets, a little bit of shame, and the innocent vow of "will definitely come back". Just because of that look.
Ordinary people are like this, not to mention those lunatics who regard mountaineering as a belief.
On the first ascent of Meru, when Conrad, Jimmy and Renan decided to turn back 100 meters from the summit, Conrad took a look at the finish line within easy reach. So, they went again after all. Even if the carotid artery ruptures, even if he has escaped death, even if he has lost his life and death partner.
Just because of that look.
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