It felt cool looking down on
the clouds dumping rain on the southern slopes.
It seemed to take forever
to hike down to Barranco Camp. As the sun went down it
illuminated Kilimanjaro's southwest face.
This was our longest day. We
donned our headlamps and trudged into camp. These cacti
were cool though, in a Blair-Witchy kind of way.
Day 4. As part of the "climb
high, sleep low" strategy, we had slept at about 13,000'. Still,
altitude sickness had taken a toll and only 7 of us continued
from this point.
Dismantling tent city at Barranco Camp.
The mass exodus from camp
caused a traffic jam up the Barranco Wall.
Without much warmup, we
started up the steep switchbacks.
Not an ideal place for a
crowd.
It felt good to clear the
logjam and flatten out a little.
Terri with a final push near
the top of the Wall.
In the middle of the fourth
day, the summit slopes still seemed a daunting distance
away.
After lunch, and sopping
wet from all the rain, we continued
east (and up) towards our last camp before the summit
attempt.
Up a very long grade, late in
the day. Terri follows our guide in
one-foot-in-front-of-the-other mode.
