Author: Lucretia Pintacuda

As I settled into my sleeping bag on that 6^th night, I was very glad it was the last night I would be spending in that tiny tent, on the ground, and without indoor plumbing.  Many people like me, with Parkinson’s disease, have sleep issues so I hadn’t really slept well the whole trip.  This was in addition to taking Diamox twice a day for the prevention of altitude sickness.  It works by being a diuretic.  I had climbed the Barranco wall, a 1000 ft. sheer vertical rock cliff where a slip could plummet one off the face to most certain injury or death.  We have since learned that the man we saw being carried out on the stretcher the day we scaled the Barranco wall died. I had climbed all through the night going from 15,300 ft. to 19,341 ft. in three miles to reach the summit.  All the hiking we had done had been above 11,000 ft. with most of it above 13,000 – 15,000 ft. We also learned that two other people died the same week we were on the mountain most likely from altitude sickness.   We had weathered sun, wind, cold, and steep, rocky, scree strewn trails.  Yet the most difficult part of the whole journey was taking care of the calls mother nature made and managing the small tent space.  At the beginning of the trek, I would look for a rock to hide behind to do my business but by midweek, I didn’t care who saw what.  Many people with PD have difficulty holding back when the call to pee comes.  My group learned early on that if I said I needed a “trail break”, I would need to answer the call very quickly or risk having an accident.  Diamox along with drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated, made these calls come frequently along the way and they came two to three times a night.  Pulling off to the side of the trail was easy compared to what I had to accomplish in the tent.  First, I had to get out of the warm and relatively comfy sleeping bag.  Next, was to get the tent entrance unzipped.  Getting the zippers to slide was a very difficult task and one that I rarely did by myself.  This meant that Jo had to wake up too and help get the zippers to work.  Often, we both had to work together pulling and fidgeting to get them to unzip.  Then I got my very dusty boots out of the bags in which they were stored inside the tent.  I would set them just outside the tent entrance and then try and get my feet into them which again, was never easy to do. By this time, I was struggling to hold the pee, but I still had to get my long johns down, squat over a bottle and hope the positioning was right to collect the pee.  Then I had to do the reverse order of pulling up the long johns, screwing the lid on the bottle, sit inside the tent with my shoes outside and get them off, store them back in the bags and get the zipper closed. This occurred two to three times a night in the dark, cold air.  Then it was dawn and the ritual of packing up the gear and dressing for the days hike started.  

On that last morning I was very tired and even felt weak when I woke up.  I found a clean shirt to put on and decided to wear long johns and leggings as we would be descending where it would undoubtedly be warmer.  As I was packing my duffel bag I couldn’t find the hard case for my bifocals which I wore in camp.  I had non bifocals for the trail so I wouldn’t be thrown off looking down on the trail. I needed to keep the bifocals safe, so I was desperately trying to find the case when January came to my tent and asked what I needed to get ready.  I told him I was trying to find the case but I’m not sure he understood.  I gave up and put the glasses in a secure pocket and hoped they wouldn’t get scratched.  By the time I got to the mess tent I only had time for a few bites of breakfast.  The crew was ready to get packed up as we had a good distance to cover that day to get out of the park.  The group made its way to the High Camp gatepost for a picture before beginning this last leg of the trek. Then back to our camping site where we were treated to our crew of guides and porters singing the Kilimanjaro song to us.  It was a fun rendition with each of us being named in the verses and members of the crew picked up Laura, Connie, Betty, me and pulled some of others to dance with them in the middle of the ring.  Everyone was happy and smiling on that sunny morning as we put on our daypacks and began the last leg of this incredible expedition. 

The trail started out very steep with large rocks creating deep steps.  As I stepped down that first section I felt a sharp pain in my right butt cheek.  The pain was so sharp that my leg faltered causing me to wobble and I almost lost my balance.  At the same time, I felt lightheaded and dizzy.  I was bringing up the rear of the line with Abel right behind me who noted my stumble. He instructed Matthew to take my daypack and I told him I needed my poles to steady my gait.  So, Abel took my poles out of his bag and gave them to me.  I also got one of my GU gel packs and sucked out the sweet, gooey contents.  This gave me almost instant energy which enabled me to continue without feeling like I was going to faint.  But as I continued down the trail, the pain was almost unbearable.  I knew there was only one way off the mountain which was to put one foot in front of the other and keep going despite the pain.  I was hoping the pain would let up as I trudged on, but it did not, so I told Abel I needed to stop and get some Tylenol.  I knew I had some packed somewhere in my daypack, but I could not find it.  Abel said Alex had some so the group stopped while Alex found his Tylenol and I took two extra strength capsules.  Then I had a nature call.  By this time, we were out of the alpine desert and there was good enough vegetation to find a place of privacy.  I was still in a lot of pain and getting situated to accomplish emptying my bladder took time. Trying to squat was difficult so I took a while to do my business. When I returned to the group, Alex asked if I’d had a good pee.  I wanted to ask what made the experience a good pee?  Was it having the feeling of relief from a full bladder?  If so, then it was indeed a good one but everything about accomplishing the task was difficult.  Fortunately, my hikers back home had taught me the advantage of wearing panty liners to manage the drip on the trail, so I didn’t need to use TP.  This was invaluable to me for the entire time I was on the mountain. 

A few hours down the trail we came to Mweka Camp.  We took a short break here and took another group photo beside the gatepost sign.  By this time my pain had subsided and as we continued down the path I was doing good.  We were now entering the rain forest.  The vegetation had transitioned to dense, lush trees, shrubs, and flowers.  The trail also transitioned to a steep, muddy, slick root laden path.  Some of the group took spills onto the muddy terrain but no one got hurt.  Once again, Matthew was by my side keeping me upright on the trail.  We saw black and white colobus monkeys in the treetops.  The colorful flowers along the way were very pretty and added a new dimension to the trail.  It was also getting warmer and fortunately for us it did not rain so we remained dry. Eventually the trail became more of a gravel road.  At last, after hiking about eight miles in six hours we came to the Mweka Gateway entrance of the Mt. Kilimanjaro National Park.  This was the end of the trail.  We had made it all in one piece.  We were exhausted but very happy.  As we stood at the gatepost sign to take our last group picture, the crew sang one more time the Kilimanjaro song.  I was so ecstatic that I was actually able to get a little move in my body as I sort of swayed to the tune.  There were a few concessions available and some of the group got sodas, beer, snacks, or souvenirs.  Before going inside the building to register our accomplishment officially with the National Park Service, the crew washed and scrubbed our muddy boots.  Then we logged our names into a book of records that would keep our accomplishment in perpetuity.   

Before we left the area, we had a tipping ceremony.  This is where we gave tips to those who had served us so diligently throughout the entire week we were on the mountain.  It is hard to describe how it felt to have these men and women work so hard to take care of our every need and desire with such respect and genuine kindness. To say I felt humbled and honored seems inadequate.  We had decided collectively ahead how much we would leave each person.  Laura prepared a speech that she read to the crew telling them about our mission with the Michael J Fox Foundation.  She told them how four of us actually had PD and the other five were hiking in honor or memory of a loved one.  She thanked them for their devoted service to us. Then she read the list of how much each crew member would receive from us.   The smiles and applause in response to their awarded monetary amount was very touching.  Then, we spread a tarp on the ground where we put items of clothing or gear that we were willing to leave behind for our crew to keep.  There are no mountaineering shops in Tanzania and even if there were most of them could not afford to buy the necessary items.  The porters make about $10.00/day while the guides make $15.00-$20.00 a day.  They are very grateful for whatever hikers choose to leave behind as that is how they obtain the necessary clothing and gear for themselves.  Some in the group left almost everything they brought for the trip declaring that they would never camp again.  Many left their sleeping bags, boots, jackets, poles, and various clothing items.  The crew members got to choose an item one at a time until most of the major items had been distributed.  It has been very rewarding to see pictures of some of our crew wearing some of the items left by our group.  It was especially wonderful to see one of the women crew wearing Jo’s jacket with the comment that now she was able to stay warm.  At the end of this post, I will leave a GoFund me account Jo started to help certain crew members meet some of their goals and an Amazon shopping list for items they need.  I invite you to participate in giving this Christmas by including our wonderful crew on your list.   The last group picture was of us with our crew.  Then we said goodbye to these individuals who had impacted our lives in a profound way and who will never be forgotten.   

The bus ride back to Moshi didn’t take as long as the ride out had taken as we were departing from a gate that was closer to Moshi.  Once there, we made a stop at a few ATMs to get cash for some shopping and other needs for the remainder of the trip.  Next stop was a restaurant for a hot meal.  We had eaten well on the trail, but this meal was really good and satisfying especially since I hadn’t eaten much for well over a day at this point.  When we checked into our hotel that night all I cared about was a hot shower, flush toilet and traditional bed with sheets and blankets.  It was a wonderful night after the best shower I have had in many years. After a week of not shampooing my hair the experience was pure pleasure.   The next morning, we enjoyed a great buffet breakfast with all the traditional items one would expect at any place back home.  Then some of us were off for some souvenir shopping.  I spent that afternoon relaxing around the pool and dining area of the hotel in the company of some of the others from our group.  Dinner that night was a grand event with a sumptuous buffet meal.  Then Abel and the three other guides had an award ceremony where we were given our official summit document.  There were speeches made, cheers and hoorays shouted out and lots of applause.  Each of us got our certificate plus a locally made sash placed around our neck.  I was the oldest climber so got my award first. The others were awarded in order of oldest to youngest.  Mark Kohus, Jo Simmons, Kristen Gillan, Justin Fields, Laura Aldrich, Connie Qian, Alex DiLalla, and Betty Thomason all got their certificate and sash with pride of a grand accomplishment.  Then there were pictures taken, hugs given, tears shed, and goodbyes said.  I was up by 5:00 a.m. the next morning to leave for my long flight back home.  I rode with Connie to the airport where we said goodbye and then I was off to be back in the air and airports for most of two days. Jo and I had one more opportunity for our paths to cross as we had about 2 hours in Doha, Qatar with overlapping layovers.  We hugged and cried as we said goodbye knowing we would be BFFS and that it would not be long before our paths would cross again.   

I arrived at the Asheville airport alone, very weary, a bit overwhelmed and ready to sleep in my own bed.  My husband Jay was there to welcome me home and offer big congratulations for such an accomplishment.  The next two days were spent mostly in bed sleeping and resting.  I am in touch with all eight of the other hikers and the four guides on our trek.  We are planning to participate in other Fox Foundation fundraisers in the future and are also planning a reunion for one year to the day after reaching the summit.  I remain in recovery mode and frequently look through pictures taken on our hike.  It was an incredible, magnificent, remarkable, difficult, tiring, strenuous but forever unforgettable experience.  I am very grateful to have gone on this life changing trip with the group of hikers and the remarkable crew that accompanied me.  My gratitude is grand for all who inspired, encouraged me, and generously contributed to my campaign for this journey.  My story isn’t over yet though so look for more chapters in the future.  I enjoy reading all the comments left on this blog so thanks to those who share their thoughts with me.  

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I woke up in the morning still tired from the day before even though we got to “sleep in” an extra half hour.  We didn’t have such a long hike ahead of us to get to Barafu camp which was where we would start the final ascent to the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro later that day.  Karanga Camp is at 13,100 ft. elevation and we would climb to 15,300 ft. elevation to get to Barafu Camp.  There we would have lunch and then rest for the afternoon and evening til 10:30 that night.  Abel told us that he usually let his groups sleep til 11:30 to get ready to start the climb at midnight but since we were slow we would need to get an earlier start.  

As we got on the trail, the mist of the early morning evaporated into a beautiful cloudless blue sky. The chilly air warmed up so we could shed our heavier jackets.  There was a breeze but not a strong wind.  The landscape of the trail was stern, rocky, barren, forsaken terrain that did not support much animal or plant life.  This was definitely the alpine desert climate zone.  We could see the top of Kibo peak off to the side of the trail on various stretches of the path.  This sight was a reminder of our goal and encouraged us to keep going forward.  At 13,000 ft. climbing to 15,000 ft. every step was an effort and every breath seemed like I was gasping for my last. We trudged on at a snail’s pace and took frequent breaks to hydrate and fuel our bodies.  We didn’t engage in as much conversation while moving but during the breaks resumed our laughs and stories.  At this point in the journey the nine of us had gotten to know each other in a way that often occurs when people band together for a mission and purpose that requires grit, determination, endurance, pain, and ultimate glory.  We had learned about each other’s families, jobs, travels, hobbies, and connection to Parkinson’s Disease.  We heard the trials that PD had brought to each of us and the difficulty and sorrow we had experienced.  Each of us were determined to make a difference in the search for a cure.  While our endeavor was to raise funds for research through the Michael J Fox Foundation, there was much more we wanted to accomplish here.  We wanted to raise awareness about PD by telling our stories.  We wanted to inspire others, not just with PD, but who face any adversity, to take charge of their destiny and get involved.  For me personally, I wanted to show that people with PD can live full, vibrant lives.  Hey, I have PD but I just climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro thus demonstrating a metaphor for facing the challenges of life.  In a few days I had a bond with eight people plus our guides and spanning a 50-year age difference that under normal circumstances might take years to form.  

We arrived at the Barafu Camp in the early afternoon.  After shedding our daypacks, we went farther up the path to the gate post for the obligatory group picture.  While it wasn’t that far up to the gate post from our camp, at 15,300 ft. it felt like a struggle to get there.  Back at camp, we spread out our sleeping bag and mat in our tent before lunch.  Abel came to our mess tent to give us our debriefing about how to prepare for the hike to the summit.  We were to wear four pair of pants, two pair of socks, at least two long sleeve fleece shirts, a wool hat, warm gloves with hand warmers in them, a parka, and a bright head lamp.  I told Abel that my leggings were still wet from when I rinsed them out on day two and thus I did not have four pair of pants to wear.  He asked me to bring them to him.  I know he sent them to the cook tent to have them dried over the stove.  Later that day they were dry and ready to wear to the summit.  I really don’t remember much about the rest of the afternoon so I must have gotten the rest and sleep needed for the final and certainly most difficult leg of this epic expedition.  

It was very dark and cold outside when 10:30 p.m. arrived that night.  I started getting dressed for the climb but that was not an easy task.  I struggled to pull my leggings over my long underwear, then my fleece pants over my leggings and finally the rain pants over the fleece pants.  Next came putting on the top layers and then the socks.  I had to loosen the laces on my boots to accommodate the extra socks and toe warmers I put in each boot.  Then, I put on the wool beanie hat and a head band that went over my ears on top of the hat.  I put on my bright blue parka and got out the neoprene face mask from my snow skiing days.  I had recharged the batteries on my gloves but must have left them on during the afternoon as the batteries to the gloves were dead.  Having cold hands and fingers is very difficult for me as they freeze up so that I can barely move them.  I could only hope the gloves would be warm enough without the batteries to provide extra warmth.  Once I had all my clothes on I had to get my boots on.  Needless to say, I was the last one to the table for the meal needed to provide energy as we made the assault on Kilimanjaro.  I was frustrated!  I still needed help to get my boot laces tied and my gaiters on.  So, I sat down and lost it.  I fumed about how small the tents were and how difficult they had made my life on this trip.  Everyone at the table quietly listened to my rant until I snapped out of it and said “enough whining”.  It was time to get it in gear and do what needed to be done to reach that pinnacle.  I grabbed a little food to eat from the table, gratefully accepted help getting my boots tied, the gaiters put around my ankles, opening the chemical warmers for my hands and feet, and my water bag filled.  Jo let me use her extra head lamp as mine was not very bright.  It was 11:30 p.m. on August 13 and we were ready to start the ascent of 4,000 ft. elevation in three miles to the top of the highest, free standing volcanic peak in the world.

It was a cold, crystal clear, moonless night as we lined up single file to start up the path.  Able led the group and I was placed next in line with Matthew close behind me.  As we started very pole, pole, or slowly, slowly up the trail I noted the brilliant stars above me with the constellations of Orion and the Big Dipper at the horizon so close I could reach out and touch them.  The lights of the town of Moshi twinkled below in the valley.  A single file line of head lamps from other groups stretched out before us going upward to the peak.  The imagery was like I was ascending to Heaven with the earthly lights fading in the distance.  It was very vivid and made me think of Jacob’s ladder.  I felt the presence of a higher power reaching from above to connect with my soul in a very real and almost tangible way.  

 We made our way in silence for the most part at first.  Then, Alex started having difficulty with his footing.  We paused to see what he needed.  It seemed that Alex was needing to redose his PD medication and this was undoubtedly more pronounced by the altitude.  Abel moved Alex to the head of the line behind him.  As we traveled upward, the lights of Moshi became dim, and the constellations moved across the sky.  The headlamps ahead of us spaced out farther away so we seemed to be alone on the mountain.  Others in our group were feeling the fatigue and effects of the altitude and demands of the trail such that they were not feeling well.  I was snacking on my high energy gummies and gels to give me strength and doing okay.  And then the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon.  I was awestruck and determined to take it in.  At first it was a hint of light and then a bright, glowing streak of orange across the longest horizon line I have ever seen.  I could actually see the gentle curve of the earth that the view from 17,000 ft. elevation gives.  I wanted to stay at that spot long enough to see the bright, glowing ball of the sun break through.  After taking many pictures, we continued upward.  It was bitterly cold at about zero degrees Fahrenheit, but the sun brought a welcome warmth for the rest of our ascent.  There was some wind but not so strong that it made hiking difficult.  It wasn’t long before we came to Stella’s Point, the first place on the rim of the crater along the trail.  Matthew said we needed to keep going to get to Uhuru Peak as by this time the group had spread out and since we couldn’t stay very long at the high altitude, we needed to get there as a group not as individuals.  It was about another hour of hiking along the rim to reach our destination.  So, by putting one foot in front of the other, I trudged on still feeling good.  The terrain was pure desolation with nothing but dry, volcanic space and gravel.  Off to the southern side we could see the top of the ice and glaciers we had seen while traversing the path below for the past several days.  The iconic sign was just ahead but every step took determination.  And then, I was there.  I was at the peak.  I was at Uhuru Point.  I was at 19,341 ft. elevation.  I was there beside that iconic sign.  I had made it on Tuesday morning August 14, 2023 at 8:30 in the morning after 9 hours of hiking through the night. This story will be continued in part 2 …  

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The morning came soon enough, and it was time to rise and shine and get going.  We didn’t have as far to go on this day, and we weren’t making a big elevation change to the next camp but getting there would require some dramatic up and down segments on the way.  To start, we would have to climb the famed Barranco wall which is a very steep zig zagging trail that would require using our hands to scramble in some areas.  We would be trekking above 13,000 ft. which makes every step a big effort.  We gathered at the gate post to get the group photo at the Barranco Camp before starting out and then began the hike.  We crossed a bridge over a stream with a pretty waterfall and I could not miss taking a photo of this sight.  Not far up the trail, we saw a group of crew members from a different group carrying a stretcher with a crew member lying on his back and being carried down the trail back to Barranco Camp. I could see one of his legs had a splint on it and knew he had injured it and would need to be helicopter lifted off the mountain.  It was a stark moment of realization that there was real danger doing this expedition, not just to us but to the crew members who make every journey of many hikers possible.  It was a reminder that there have been deaths trying to conquer the mountain and we needed to be careful and use caution.  Ahead and looking up I could see the single file of hikers making their way up the wall and felt a mix of excitement and dread.  I was so glad that Abel had assigned Matthew to guide my every foot placement and handhold as I knew he would keep me safe.  I was the first in line on the steepest places and got to watch the others make the ascent.  Once the group was up the steepest part I had a sense of great accomplishment and took a video of my exhilaration.  It was here we saw the helicopter fly in, land, and pick up the injured man from the Barranco Camp down below.  The next feat was to pass by the “kissing rock”.  This is a very narrow spot where one must brush right up against a large protruding rock with the trail dropping off steeply on the other side.  We literally kissed the rock as we slid by it’s hard surface.  Not far from this place the trail leveled off and had a spot with large boulders great for resting and taking a snack or nature break.  We could see the peak of Kilimanjaro also known as Kibo because that is the name of the highest of the three volcanic cones making up the mountain.  The Shira peak on the western side creating the Shira plateau where we had come and the Mawenzi peak to the east are the other two cones.  We were getting closer to our goal, and we could see the majestic peak.  By this time in the trek, we were getting quite well acquainted with our fellow teammates.  We shared stories of our life, our families, our current situations, our connection to Parkinson’s disease and our motivation for signing up for this epic trip.  There were moments of laughter, sadness, happiness, and revelations of hopes and fears yet ahead in our lives.  The mountain is barren and desolate, and it was hard to hide or have privacy both physically and emotionally such that I felt exposed often with the loss of dignity and had to trust my fellow hikers to respect boundaries and secrets revealed.  I know that for each of us there are things that will stay on the mountain forever and thus the bonds of friendship and camaraderie got stronger with each day and each advancement along the way.  

We had been ascending in elevation but our camp for the night was close to the same elevation as the previous night.  This meant we were going to have to descend the trail.  That was good news as it was more difficult for me to go up than to go down.  Each step took a lot of energy and left me panting and feeling out of breath.  The guides frequently would tell me to drink more water to help prevent altitude sickness.  I wondered how they thought I could breathe and drink at the same time as my body wanted air more than it wanted water.  The recommended amount of water to consume is about 3 liters a day. I was never able to get that much down and I think they finally gave up trying so hard to keep me adequately hydrated.  Yet, while others around me were feeling the pangs of altitude sickness, I still had not had a headache, nausea, or vomiting.  I feel certain that the prehike conditioning I had done many with my group of hikers back in North Carolina and often at elevations above 6,000 ft. had helped.  I was also taking Diamox as prescribed twice a day and eating the high energy snacks to provide fuel to my overworked cells.  As we descended the path, we came to a section that resembled a set from Jurassic Park.  It became very steep, and the terrain was very rugged with deep grooves in the sides of the mountain.  There were fairly large trees with moss hanging from bare limbs.  The varied hues in the rock and soil were red, green, brown, and gray.  There was a large section that was charred from fires that had occurred about two years ago.  There were beautiful desert-like flowers and plants.  It was dramatic, stark, beautiful, and eerie all at the same time.  The trail was a hard surface with the typical volcanic gravel making it easy to slide and lose your footing.  Once again, Matthew watched my every step keeping me safe on the way down this section.  We rounded a curve in the trail when Matthew pointed to a place across a ravine from where we were and said that was the camp for the night.  I could see we had quite a way to descend before crossing the bottom of the ravine and then hiking back up to the camp.  I wanted to sit down and not budge.  I was tired and this looked like a long way off yet to go.  But the other side of my brain kicked in and told me to take it one step at a time and get there.  Matthew and I were lagging a little behind the group, but we caught up as we ascended the trail to the camp.  It was a welcome sight to have the crew members greet us on our way up, take our packs, and gather around us to sing the ritual welcome song as we made it into Karanga Camp.  Though the evening fog and clouds were rolling in there was still light to get the group picture at the gate and then look for a spot to find connectivity on our phones.  The White Napped Ravens searching for crumbs from the camp looked rather ominous in the mist.  The usual tasks of setting up our gear in the tent, freshening up, having a hot meal, gazing at the spectacular starry sky, and settling in for the night seemed routine now.  My body yearned for rest night would bring.

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Jo’s alarm sounded too early.  It was dark outside and way too cold to think of getting up.  I let Jo start packing her gear while I stayed in my sleeping bag a little longer.  But the day’s adventure was ahead, and I needed to get moving.  So, I emerged from my sleeping bag and began the daily task of dressing, stuffing my sleeping bag into it’s sack, and putting on my shoes to begin the day.  Outside the zipper entry to our tent, I found my water bottle that I left just at the entrance and discovered it had partially frozen during the night.  Then, a crew member showed up with two bowls of hot water to use to freshen up.  Sometimes the daily bowls of hot water would show up in the evening but at least once a day we had water to cleanse our bodies.  I never figured out how to really use it well as I couldn’t bring the bowl inside the tent and I didn’t want to stand bare footed in the dirt outside the tent, so I would use a cloth and try and wipe the dust, dirt, and sweat from my body as best I could.  Once ready, I headed to the breakfast tent to join the group for our first meal of the day.  It was usually the same menu of hot oatmeal, fruit, pancakes, eggs, and a meat for protein.  The spreadable oil or margarine, Nutella and jam that were always on the breakfast table were so cold I could barely scrape a little onto a table knife.  I liked to add a little of the margarine to my hot oatmeal to add flavor and a few calories as well.  The Nutella and jam were a nice addition to the pancakes.  I would take my water bottle to the table, fill it with warm water and add some electrolyte powder.  Next, I would try and find some water to brush my teeth.  Since by this time, camp would be packed up, I would often use the electrolyte drink in my water bottle to wet my toothbrush and rinse my mouth.  Then I had to fill the Osprey water container that I carried in my daypack in addition to the water bottle.  I was always the last one ready to begin the hike,  but the others were patient with me and never complained.  

Our route for this day would start at Shira Camp II, travel back through the Temple of Cairns, lunch at Lava Tower and reach the Barranco Camp to spend the night.  Our starting elevation was about 12,600 ft. with Lava Tower at about 15,200 ft. and Barranco Camp at 13,000 ft.  We would be hiking about 9 miles, so it was a big day ahead.  When we got to the area of the cairn towers, we decided to build our own monument.  Since I was the oldest group member, I was to place the foundation rock and the others added their rocks in chronological order.  Once we finished making our cairn, we took a picture capturing the moment.  It was a brief moment as it toppled before we moved on with the hike.  The higher we got the terrain changed from the moorland to alpine desert.  It became more difficult to find cover for the trail breaks the Diamox demanded.  The plant vegetation all but disappeared and it became very barren and desolate.  It was a bright day, so the sun shined down on us but due to the elevation, it remained cool enough to leave our long sleeves and pullovers on. Most of the trail was a gradual climb and we moved at a snail’s pace.  As we got closer to our lunch destination at Lava Tower, I noticed that Laura was lagging, looked very pale, and stopped to get some medication from her daypack.  She had a headache and felt nauseated.  Since we were nearing 15,000 ft. elevation she was undoubtedly experiencing altitude sickness.  When we got to Lava Tower Camp our porters greeted us with the same happy welcome singing, took our daypacks from us and took pictures of us at the Lava Tower gate post. They had a hot meal waiting for us in the mess tent where we dined and rested before continuing on our way.  Others in the group weren’t feeling so well either so the food and rest were very welcome to refresh us before continuing to our camp for the night.

From Lava Tower the trail descended down an open area where the trail was mainly the volcanic gravel scree making it easy to slide and fall.  The rugged cliffs to the left of the trail were majestic and glowed in the afternoon light.  As we got close to Baranco Camp, we came upon an oasis with a stream flowing down the mountain.  The water cascaded over rocks and made waterfalls.  It fed beautiful desert plants turning the barren land into a beautiful, lush area.  I stopped to take pictures but January, our lead guide, took my phone, put it in his pocket and said we needed to hurry, or we would be hiking in the dark.  We arrived in camp just at dusk and the light on the mountain towering above us and peeking out from the clouds was a stunning sight.  The evening ritual of unpacking, dining, gazing at the beautiful stars, and snuggling down in my sleeping bag for the night was a little easier now that I was getting used to it.  It had been a long, hard, tiring day full of beauty and splendor and sleep came a little easier this night.

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