Welcome to lostin’merica and thanks for visiting! I’m Prakash. I grew up in the hot, dusty southern Indian town of Tuticorin, ~9 degrees North of the equator and 4 miles west of the beach. Here, when the temperature dropped below 68F (as it did every 5 years or so), the townsfolk brought out their woolens/warm hats and discussed the “frosty weather”. I was blessed with the most amazing parents and siblings who exposed me to way more culture and gave me more opportunities than are normally found in our somewhat remote town. Fitness was one of those relatively advanced concepts for my town that my dad drove into my siblings and me early. Since we could walk our dad had us running around the house holding our lab retriever Pluto on a leash. Pluto was snapping at our heels whilst lathering at the mouth in excitement… his legs moving so fast you could only see the dust.
On vacations (when I was in elementary / early middle school) our parents often took us to a mountain town called Kodaikanal in the Western ghats, a range of hills that max out at about 8000 feet and are covered in deciduous forests competing ferociously for space with tea estates and rapid urbanization. I loved the mountains and the forests and didn’t much care for the fact that us humans were taking over them. These vacations introduced us to a couple other progressive concepts (for my town at least) that my parents taught us early – (1) work-life balance and (2) the importance of family time. My dad’s favorite version of a popular saying in our overly devout town was “The family that plays together stays together”. Those mountain trips at a young age sparked an interest that remained dormant within me through my years in middle/high school/college/grad-school where my focus was elsewhere.
When I moved to Colorado in 2006 those old memories came rushing back and weirdly enough I felt like I was home again. I bought myself a Jeep Wrangler and for 5 years I traveled all over Colorado rediscovering my love for mountains through hiking, finishing Colorado’s 58 14ers, rock climbing, snowshoeing, Winter 14er climbing, back-country skiing, ice climbing, even kayaking until on March 30th of 2011 I received a call from my brother that my dad, my biggest hero and role-model had died in a car crash near my hometown. I returned to Colorado after 2.5 months of tending to my mom and the mountains played a big part in my return to serenity.
For two more years the mountains remained my only true love until Divya came into my life in 2013. Since then I’ve enjoyed sharing my love of the mountains with her. When I’m with her in the mountains I am a child again. She likes that side of me and has the maturity to let me climb and do what I need to do although some of my trips scare her to death. She trusts that I will be safe. Since I met her I’ve done more climbs outside of Colorado and outside the US. While she’s worried for my safety and misses me so much when I’m gone that does not stop her from pushing me to get out of the house and achieve things.
I haven’t migrated all my Colorado climbing trip reports to this blog yet and have some on my Summitpost Profile Page and elsewhere. I do have a long-term project to move them all to this site. Thanks again for stopping by. I hope my ramblings about my wanderlust are worth a few minutes of your precious time. I’m just a poor small town boy lost in ‘Merica and trying to survive. It can be a scary place occasionally but as long as I’m in the mountains I’ll be fine… YEE YEE!