In the new National Geographic documentary Free Solo, Alex Honnold gives a virtuoso performance like none other. The lithe and unassuming 33-year-old climbs Yosemite’s El Capitan– 3,000 vertical feet and 30 pitches in under four hours– without a rope.

Every move reveals an intimacy that comes from years of practice with ropes and from memorizing key moves. Each touch on granite must be perfect or Alex dies. There is no hesitation, even when a handhold is a fourth of the size of a finger pad. He ascends with lightness, agility, strength, surety, and trust. At the top, he looks up at the camera with sparkly brown eyes and calls the experience, “delightful.”

Alex Honnold solo climbs El Capitan (photo, National Geographic)

If Alex were John Muir more than a century earlier, he’d say “glorious!”  The two are kindred spirits when it comes to practiced risk-taking in the Sierras and a joy in exploring dizzying heights without the encumbrance of heavy packs and ropes. In Muir’s book, Mountains of California, he devotes a chapter to exploring perilous passes:

True, there are innumerable places where the careless step will be the last step; and a rock falling from the cliffs may crush without warning like lightning from the sky; but what then? Accidents in the mountains are less common than in the lowlands, and these mountain mansions are decent, delightful, even divine, places to die in, compared with the doleful chambers of civilization. (John Muir, Mountains of California)

John Muir

After watching the heart-pounding film of Alex’s ascent, I am likely one of many who pondered our own close calls with mortality in the wilds. Was it worth it? Would I do it again? Was I prepared? How does putting ourselves to the test in a wild place contribute to personal strength?

My own brush-with-death stories  include being trapped in the darkness of Thunder River cave in the Grand Canyon. I was 21 in a group of four. All of us were young and immortal before we entered the cave. Then, we watched our last working flashlight tumble into the surging whitewater below us and vanish. One of our group had accidentally knocked it from a friend’s hand as he reached out to steady her.

Everything changed in two seconds. Complete and total darkness surrounded us. There could be no panic. A misstep meant falling from the narrow ledge into the river and out over the waterfall. We kept talking and touching, coaxing and reassuring as we edged our way out at last to the light. Afterwards, we lay on our backs surrounded by wildflowers and the surge of Thunder River and gazed up at the sky as if we’d never seen the world before. To be alive! What a feeling.

Thunder River waterfall  (from Hiking Project)

Unlike Alex or John Muir’s close calls,  ours resulted from sheer stupidity. We had no business entering that cave with our feeble lights (not even headlamps), no ropes, and armed only with the vague knowledge of caverns and pathways that lay within the cave. Still, I’ll never forget the total focus, the adrenaline, and the lifeline of the touch of another human hand. So yes, it was worth it. Would I do it again? Never.

To die out in the wilds sounds infinitely better than tripping and hitting my head getting out of the bathtub. However, the older I get and the more friends and family I’ve lost,  the more precious life becomes. Instead of seeking adrenaline-pounding thrills, I value every moment in nature. Many of those experiences are within the sanctuary of our home ground of ponderosas, manzanitas and planted native wildflowers, and of mule deer, squirrels, and songbirds.

Mule deer sipping water outside our home windows.

Other joys are admittedly higher on the thrill list, like hiking cliff trails along the Oregon coast where sneaker waves could sweep the unwary into the ocean, or trekking high wilderness peaks of Oregon. While I’m still willing to wade across flooding streams, I use poles and welcome a helping hand. I take calculated risks and continue to grow from the unanticipated challenges, where resourcefulness and self-reliance are essential.

The stories from the wilds that we tend to recount the most are those of surmounting adversity–the stove that won’t light, the tricky snowfield crossing, escaping a thunderstorm on a high pass, or losing our way and scrambling through thick brush.  For some of us, the risks and adventures contribute to our zeal for saving wild places and wildlife in the spirit of preservationist John Muir.

Backpacking in the Eagle Cap Wilderness–crossing snowfields.

And that’s where the big question comes in. What’s worth dying for? For Alex Honnold, the freedom and perfection of solo climbing clearly is worth it. He also chooses to live simply and created the Honnold Foundation to support solar initiatives that address living in a sustainable world and lessening poverty.  When asked if he’d repeat his solo climb of El Capitan, he said if someone offered a billion dollars for the foundation, he would do it. That’s brave.

I’m in awe of all those brave people who risk death to save others and ultimately this planet. I cheer for those who have stood in the path of bulldozers, chained themselves to ancient trees, gone to jail for protesting environmental travesties, or gathered by the thousands in bitter winter temperatures at Standing Rock to halt a destructive pipeline through sacred lands and waters.  Like the courageous people of the civil rights movement, environmentalists standing up in peaceful protest make a difference. It takes a mental and moral strength to put lives on the line.

For me? I’ve protested and marched. I’ve mourned the losses and volunteered to work to save places and to use my writing to make a difference. I have yet to take those bigger risks on behalf of the wild places. Yet, we may all be coming to that place where we have no choice. If you care for the future, you are an environmentalist. Go to the wilds for sustenance and adventure. Then, give back. Every small step matters and in our collective grand love for this planet, we just might achieve the greatest human achievement of all—saving our home. And live to tell the story.