Power in Memory

I was watching Limitless last night with my wife. This was brought upon after seeing that there is a new Limitless TV show coming out. I remembered the movie being kind of good, but I didn’t really remember what happened at the end.

Turns out I didn’t really remember what happened in the middle either. I just remembered the beginning.

This happened because I was “distracted” while I was watching it when it was on Netflix. I was cleaning and doing other odds and ends while watching it, and besides the beginning I didn’t remember much. I remembered sort of what happened at the end, but then I think I may have fell asleep. Now that I think about it, it doesn’t really sound like that great of a movie if I don’t feel the need to sit down and watch it, and when I finally do I fall asleep.

All this to say, I think sometimes we remember things wrong. We remember some things better than they really were, and other things we remember worse than they could humanly possibly be.

Pike's Peak

I remember hiking up Pike’s Peak with some of my friends. It was ridiculously hard, and I felt miserable. I’m pretty sure I got altitude (and maybe a little attitude) sickness above the treeline. After passing Barr Camp, I remember seeking the tops of the trees and thinking that we were close to the treeline. The only problem was, somehow inexplicably the treeline was following us up the mountain. No matter how far we walked, the treeline would keep rising with us.

When we finally got above, I came to a point on the Golden Stairs where I just wanted to lay down and pass out. A $500 helicopter ride might be worth it. I pressed on. Then, about a mile from the top, my brain decided it may be easier just to go back down the mountain even if it took another 6 hours. A friend of mine even offered to go down with me. I finally came to my senses and hiked the last mile with the group.

Like I said, I was pretty miserable. Yet, for some reason, I think I want to go back. I was physically at the end of myself, but I want to do it again. I may be crazy, but I don’t think I am.

The memories that really stick and matter are those moments where friends encouraged, “Keep going, you’re almost there,” or, “I don’t care if you pass out, I will drag you up the rest of this mountain if I have to.” The interdependence we developed on the way up the mountain is the stuff that will stick for years to come.

I may always remember the hike feeling physically horrible. However, the weight of friendship and community far outweigh the weight of the memories of physical exhaustion.

Peak Tree Line


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