Not exact matches
As he described the
icy summit of Mount Toubkal in southwestern Morocco, where he spent 2 days
of therapeutic hiking following a conference in Marrakech, he reminded me
of the writing
of naturalist John Muir: «Thousands
of tired, nerve - shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.»
The film focuses on the last stretch
of the climb, from camp four through a narrow pass known as the Bottleneck, beneath a serac, an
icy overhang 100 metres high that could crack at any time, and then on to the
summit.
From the
icy, windswept
summit way above the tree line, the broad blacktop curves down to the Ziller Valley, where my mother's family still owns a couple
of guest houses, a trout farm, and a small farm close to the bottom
of the hill.