Western Wilderness With Wesley Wilshire—‘Seeing The Top’

January 2, 2012

The best thing about going outside in the West—the mighty West I mean, not the plastic West (like Hollywood), and also not the sad West (like Fresno or Bakersfield)—is that it’s impossible to see where you’re going. I’m talking about mountains here, folks. Longstanding rule of serious distance running, and by that I’m talking about ultra marathons, is you don’t run up a hill until you can see the top. (Or see where the top is,  I mean, because how could you actually see the top if you’re not on it, I know, I know, lighten up.) Being sure about it. And that’s exactly what I’m talking about when I say impossible to see where you’re going. The West has mountains so sharp and nasty that the mountains themselves don’t know where the top is. And despite the fact that what I just said doesn’t make any sense at all, and that mountains obviously don’t have brains to think with—about their tops or anything else—I think you actually know what I’m talking about. And so I ask you, is it me who’s crazy, or you?


This has been another edition of Western Wilderness with Wesley Wilshire. I’m Wesley Wilshire, signing off.

Sharp and nasty


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