I was north of the Arctic Circle in Norway on the Lofoten Islands camping by myself. I had a pack full of gear and food, and was wandering in the midnight sun. I had left my home in search of something, and found myself in this pristine, insanely beautiful and completely empty land. I wandered for four days on no trails, and near the end of it I came across a cliff that blocked my passage to where I wanted to go. I was miles from anyone, anywhere, and no one knew where I was. I tossed my pack off, and tied a rope around my pack and began climbing. It took me nearly an hour of climbing, pulling up my pack and repeating to get to the top. Once at the top I sat down (rather shakily), and realized the profound danger I had put myself in, and just closed my eyes. Adrenaline was washing out of my system, and the view of the mountains, ocean and snow patches filled me completely. I sat for a few hours in utter bliss, set up camp on top of the cliff and made mental notes to a) remember that moment forever, and b) stop being stupid and climbing cliffs unprotected.
On difficult days I transport myself back to the top of that cliff, and know that everything will be all right in my world again.