We’ve been back in Boston for less than a day. Most of our clothes from the trek have been washed and dried already—the dirt from our trek lingering now only on our boots and hiking poles and under my fingernails (not sure how many times I have to clean them before it all comes out). Both Noah and I fell asleep early last night and woke up while it was still dark thanks to the jet lag.
[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”]View of Mt. Kilimanjaro from Millennium Camp. Phil LaBelle, 2017.[/featured-image]
For those who watched our route on the Garmin site or who follow me on Instagram know that we summited Africa’s highest peak on Monday, but there’s much more to the story. The summit occupies only one part of the past fourteen days; the experience was made in the journey.
So I intend to blog about the entire experience one day at a time beginning tomorrow with our arrival/first days, then the trek each day as I remember it and in looking at my journal, and ending with our safari and coming home. It’ll take me a good ten days or so, and in that way you can share in that experience with us.
It’s still surreal, of course. I cannot believe Noah and I had this amazing experience together in a truly stunning part of our world. I hope that my thoughts—my ramblings—over the days ahead capture just a tiny bit of this adventure.