Erica y el Volcan Tajumulco

I climbed a big old mountain this weekend. Now I'm tired. It was an interesting experiance because I've had a real lack of excercise in my life for the last few months (or years..whatever). I felt like such a Colorado outdoors person. I was expecting to be like a superhero because I'm used to the high elevation, but Tajumulco is twice the elevation of Denver. I felt it a little. At "base camp," where we slept you could look down at clouds in the valley. It was cold, but lots of fun. We left Xela at 5 in the morning on saturday, hiked our little buns off until 1:30, went to bed at like 8, and got up at 4am sunday morning to climb (in the dark) to the peak for sunrise. The peak is the highest point in Central America, so you're supposed to be able to see all sorts of stuff, but it was really cloudy so we just saw clouds. It still good times. I'll be talking about how I climbed the highest mountain in Central America every chance I get. I climbed the highest mountain in Central America.

My busy social life in Xela continues. It's loco, I'm busier here than I ever was in Denver. Crazy world.