From atlanta to the roof of north america in 2 years
I decided to delve into mountaineering during the greatest trial of my life. I was surrounded by liars and being buried alive beneath the weight of their lies. Clearly, I was not beating them. So I joined them--I began lying. Over and over and over again. In the midst of being released on bail, I told myself I would get my wrongful felony arrest removed from my record. From the floor of my car, I told myself that I would reclaim a stable home for my children and me. In sorting through the cardboard box of food I was given so that I could feed my kids, I told myself I would eliminate the nearly fifty thousand dollars of debt to which I was chained. In the middle of every embattled interaction with my ex-wife, I told myself I would gain a more equitable parenting arrangement. In the midst of depression and nearly daily panic attacks, I told myself I would become motivated enough to begin exercising again--to begin losing the weight that had accumulated. No...to begin losing the weakness that had. In the midst of all of this, with neither depth nor breadth of mountaineering experience, I told myself I would make an attempt on Denali (formerly Mount McKinley). I lied and kept lying until each wishful falsehood started to become reality. And two years later, just one had not yet been proven truth. It was truth in the making.