It was December 30. My friend Mel Olsen and I1 to climb 11,250-foot Mount Hood in Oregon. I loved the2 of overcoming something bigger than me.
It's3 to start winter climbs at night when there's less risk of the sun 4 a snowslide (雪崩). After about five hours, we5 Devil's Kitchen, at about 10,000 feet, just before the final6 to the top. By this point, the wind conditions were7 . Other climbers we met along the way turned back, but Mel and I8 .
When we arrived at the path with ice stairs, I volunteered to go first. Confident that I was safe, I put my full weight on it. Suddenly, a big piece of ice broke off the9 , right under my foot. In an instant, I fell backward. I stuck out my arms and legs, trying to10 anything. But I was still sliding. After a few seconds, I came to a11 on a shallow slope (斜坡). I'd fallen 600 feet. My left leg was broken. Before I was rescued I had been lying there for four hours.
The fall has made me more12 . I learn to watch my step while climbing. One13 on a mountain can change everything. But it has also made me14 , becoming more complete and fully developed. I've climbed another 60 mountains since then. One slip won't15 me from doing my favorite thing in the world.