From the short story, "The Greatest Climber In The World" which is set in Chamonix:
"Standing in the Place de la Poste, I tasted that moment, certain that a beautiful day was about to unfold. I was going to be able to enjoy it without any reservations, to abandon myself to idleness while still retaining on my fingertips the memory of
the rock and the wind from the heights."
This was from Mountain #24 in 1972. Today, we drove back from the east side of the Sierras to Lake Tahoe, and we are able to enjoy the day, and several others, as we abandon ourselves to idleness.
"Standing in the Place de la Poste, I tasted that moment, certain that a beautiful day was about to unfold. I was going to be able to enjoy it without any reservations, to abandon myself to idleness while still retaining on my fingertips the memory of
the rock and the wind from the heights."
This was from Mountain #24 in 1972. Today, we drove back from the east side of the Sierras to Lake Tahoe, and we are able to enjoy the day, and several others, as we abandon ourselves to idleness.
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