Glory Bathing

It is not what you think it is. At least this type of glory. Surviving. Staying alive. Finding your way down a forest that is vertical in many parts, requiring fixing ropes and putting knots in it every meter or so to hold onto when the clouds put the rain in rainforest. That doesn't sound like glory. And maybe it isn't. Maybe it's just the path there. And let me tell you:I'm loving every moment of it!

Dad and I are well. The path to El Monstruo could be much better. Rather, it will be much better. Right now its best attributes are that it is well-marked and breathtaking for its vistas and exposure and grandiose nature. The rest of it, though, I must say I do not recommend for hikers or passersby. But we'll get there yet! You can drink mate anywhere!The short of our story thus far is this: we made it to the base of El Monstruo. We haven't been able to climb, thanks to a 4+ day streak of rain that hit us upon our arrival there, much to our dismay. Keep in mind, we have no weather forecast, being so remote and all. So every morning we awake thinking it might clear up, only to be bogged down by another pee break in the rain. This is the life, believe you me!

Get jealous everyone! But really, this couldn't be more special and magical for me. Quality time with my dad in the place that I love.OK. I'm gonna add a few pictures for a better sense of this whole hot mess. The best ones I'm gonna save for a coffee table book, though. Please don't send me angry e-mails, just jokes in other languages - I love those, and besides sugar, they are the most useful thing to a traveler like myself.Lots of love from this landescaper,
-n8