Quest for Kilimanjaro, Day 5: Baranco Wall to Basecamp

With less caffeine in my system and a pair of Benadryl in my belly, I slept like a baby and woke up feeling practically perky when Mandela came knocking at 5am. Nyla, too, looked much restored after a good night’s sleep. It’s amazing what a little distance from the suffering of trail rain can do. … More Quest for Kilimanjaro, Day 5: Baranco Wall to Basecamp

Quest for Kilimanjaro, Day 4: When the Hike is Mean

“How did you sleep?” Gideon asked, a ritual morning check-in. “Not very much,” I grumbled as I bumbled around making my second cup of morning tea. “How many hours, do you think?” he asked. “Five?” I hazarded, then confirmed my guess with my watch’s sleep tracker. “Five hours and seventeen minutes.” “That’s okay,” Gideon said, … More Quest for Kilimanjaro, Day 4: When the Hike is Mean

Canoeing and Camping in Voyageurs National Park

And then we found the real current. Between the current and the wind, we were suddenly fighting actual waves. My rowing muscles, which had been born only that morning, started to howl. As we came around the first knob of Mica Island, making progress against the shore at a rate of two inches per paddle stroke, I began wailing along with them. … More Canoeing and Camping in Voyageurs National Park