Wednesday, November 18, 2009
(Fiction, Part 4) After hours of climbing and several false summits, I realize I have no clear idea of the scope of the problem. I am not even sure where second hut is. My guide and I have some language barriers so I can only trust that he knows what we are doing.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
For a moment the mists cleared and much to my surprise was a panorama and vista I was not prepared for, a Garden of Eden with such richness and detail; beyond the mountains, more mountains! Exhilarated, I climbed on. The feeling became more and more intense with each step, even when the clouds engulfed us again
Friday, November 13, 2009
(Part 2 of a fictional narrative) Moving up and away from First Hut I was almost immediately enclosed by thick cloud cover. The only part of the path I could do was the one right in front of my feet. Cloud streamed all about me, and I was soaked pretty quick. My guide was slightly better prepared for this than I was, but now he remained silent most of the time. Clouds and silence were all we knew. My mind wandered back to the relative warmth and dry comfort of First Hut kitchen the night before, which had been spartan enough at the time, but now seemed like a luxury.
(photo, Mt. Fako, Cameroon, First Hut's kitchen)