Words by Brad Meiklejohn
A recent news story described me as “an aging adventurer.” After my initial indignation, I checked the mirror, and seeing age 58 reflected, I had to agree. Better distinguished than extinguished, I suppose. We are all getting older.
I never thought that I would live this long. I’ve been a skier, climber, packrafter and explorer since I could walk. I’ve lost 32 friends and family members to avalanches, rock falls, crevasse falls, just plain falls and drownings. They say my friends died doing what they loved. I doubt any of them loved having their necks and backs broken, having their lungs filled with snow and water or having their heads smashed in by rocks. No powder, peak or pour-over is ever worth dying for.