08.09.2013 - 08.09.2013
The past two days have been exhausting. On the first day we did nothing but lie in the tent, watching it shake with the gale force winds (~50 mph). Dark, wet volcanic ash coated everything. One smear was in the pattern of a cartoon dog, and I watched him for several hours until he dissolved. Another splotch was a moorish idol that gradually disintegrated into the right blank eye of an unhappy face.
The second day, the physically exhausting, was easy in comparison. The most wretched parts of our trip never leave a visual record because we're too miserable to take out the camera--buffeted about by winds threatening to carry us off the cliff edge into a thin ravine hidden by fog; soaked inch by inch from a driving, spitting mist that penetrated snowpants, hiking pants to the furry goosebumped skin beneath; fording an icy, thigh-high river, its power to sweep us away an unpleasant shock as we stood in its middle, clutching each other gritting our teeth; and then, to end the day, a freezing cold shower, the only virtue of which was its briefness. For the highlights of the day--see the pictures.
Oh the spitting mist
Descending into this valley felt like walking into The Land Before Time