I miss the cold crisp evenings
sitting around the campfire,
smoking and joking
watching the sparks fly
into the Milky Way above,
discussing the silent
glacial-mass looming.
And with nervous laughter,
we'd discuss the routes,
the problem areas of rock & ice
& how nice things probably
were back home.
But despite the dangerous
nature of our adventure,
there was no place any of us
would rather have been than there,
encamped in the shadow
of our potential demise,
called death.