June 16, 2018 – Breathe. Just… Breathe.

I just got out of thenclimb briefing. I’m hyperventilating. I think I’m woefuly underestimating this thing but keep telling myself at worse is five crappy days. Everybody else is going on about hiking boots, camelbaks, altitude sickness pills, gaiters, layers for clothes. I’m renting $94 worth of gear from the guides (taking maybe a fourth of what was on the list) and just cracking my knuckles to go up the mountain. That’s a plan. It’s a terrible plan, but it’s my plan.

On the plus side, met the mayor of Moshi and here we are standing in a field with Mount Kilimanjaro in the background.

I’ll be on top of that thing in four days.

Or at least that’s the plan.

If I don’t freeze, get altitude sickness, or fall off a cliff.

Like I said, it’s not a great plan.  But we will see what happens tomorrow.   And the day after that.  And the day after that.  And…