I see the big peaks with summits cloudy looking up to infinity, I hear the music of the distant herds and solemn church bells, I smell the fragrant breath of pine, and when all else fades, another train of thought is presented , memories of men who were upright, courageous and honest. There are joys too great to be described in words, and there is pain on which I dare not dwell.
Edward Whymper dixit.
At the edge of the impossible