The top photo is a view from the refuge on Cotopaxi looking down the mountain. Notice all the happy Quitoan hikers discovering the wonders of snow.
The middle photo is a bunch of people from our group latching on crampons once we’d reached Cotopaxi’s glacier. I was worried the metal spikes were going to add on a lot of weight to each step, but they certainly weren’t as bad as I’d imagined them to be. None of my predetermined worries panned out as the ones with any real substance over the course of this adventure.
The bottom photo was one of the last pictures I took during the hike, a landscape shot from over 5500 meters in the air. It didn’t turn out exactly as I’d hoped it would, but not much can take away from a sunrise like that. Now I chuckle to myself to think of Isaac and Josh watching the same scene, then a deep rumbling growing in the ground beneath them. The noise increased along with their worry, their minds racing to think up a course of action, until their guide yelled, “Avalanche!” That’s when the commercial jet appeared over the ridge.
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