In some ways, the man who can worship a mountain without wishing to
climb it has a certain advantage. He sees a vision, where the climber
too often sees nothing but a variation route. The popular historian
has often a more vivid picture of a period than the expert, whose
comprehensive knowledge of obscure charters sometimes blinds him to the
broad issues of history. Technical knowledge does not always make for
understanding. The first great revelation of the mountains has a power
that is all its own. To the man who has yet to climb, every mountain
is virgin, every snow-field a mystery, undefiled by traffic with man.
The first vision passes, and the love that is based on understanding
supplants it. The vision of unattainable snows translates itself into
terms of memory--that white gleam that once belonged to dreamland into
an ice-wall with which you have wrestled through the scorching hours
of a July afternoon. You have learned to spell the writing on the
wall of the mountains. The magic of first love, with its worship of
the unattainable, is too often transformed into the soberer affection
founded, like domestic love, on knowledge and sympathy; and the danger
would be greater if the fickle hills had not to be wooed afresh every
season. Beyond the mountain that we climb and seem to know, lurks ever
the visionary peak that we shall never conquer; and this unattainable
ideal gives an eternal youth to the hills, and a never-failing
vitality to our Alpine adventure. Yet when we begin to set down
our memories of the mountains, it seems far easier to recall those
objective facts, which are the same for all comers, the meticulous
details of route, the conditions of snow and ice, and to omit from our
epic that subjective vision of the mountain, that individual impression
which alone lends something more than a technical interest to the story
of our days among the snow. And so it is not altogether surprising that
the man who has never climbed can write more freely and more fully of
the mountains, since he has no expert knowledge to confuse the issue,
no technical details to obscure the first fine careless rapture.
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