07/10/2026
Four years ago I walked 110 miles around Mont Blanc — through rain, wildflowers, a lost afternoon in Courmayeur, and a sunrise at Rifugio Bonati that I still think about. This essay isn't really about that hike. It's about why we keep choosing hard things, what mountains do to the noise in our heads, and what it means to keep showing up at 51. With the Dolomites three weeks away, it felt like the right time to write it.
On suffering voluntarily, getting older, and the Alps calling again. 110 miles around Mont Blanc, hut to hut — three days of rain, then wildflowers, a lost afternoon in Courmayeur, and a sunrise at Rifugio Bonati that made the whole trip worth it.