If I survive this, I’ll call myself an Adventurer.
I was climbing the rough cliffs and gravel slopes of Mt. Dome in the heart of Alaska, with all four tentacles doing their utmost to keep me balanced and adrenaline pumping my system. I stopped and breathed, and for the first time the thought really struck me, “When are you allowed to call yourself an Adventurer?”
My feet started to slide in the steep slope of gravel-mixed sand again, and I plunged forward digging my hiking-poles deep into the sand in hope of hitting rock.