Getting High in Peru:
Climbing Volcano Mt. Misti, a 19,339-foot plus Peak
Arrangements for
the climb were made by Katia Zegarra Castaneda 946780025
and through Norma
at Quechua Exploring in Arequipa, Peru (Calle Jerusalem 508) Telef: 054 282965.
A Note: Now in
August 2014 I am encouraging this year’s students from EE.UU. to climb Misti as
did the 2013 students; therefore, I am revising and the blogging again our 2013
climb, our rafting trip, and biking down Mt. Chachani, on which I am hoping the
2014 students will also join me.
We did it (2013). We successfully climbed the 19,339-foot mountain, but not without
problems. All of us have been seeing that mountain on a daily basis since the
beginning of August and some of the students also wanted to climb it (A few
others had been sick and were unable to go up with us.). We left for the
mountain Saturday around 8:30 AM in 3-4 x 4s. There were 13 of us plus three
German-Swiss on vacation who asked to join the group. Even though the mountain
looms in front of us, it took a while to drive on bad dirt roads to get to the
drop off point on the back side of the volcanic mountain.
On our way to Misti (above and below)
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I
had spent a bit of time researching which way up would be the best for me and
the students. I may have put myself first since I did not want to slow the
students down in our assault of Misti. Even though this route was a bit more
expensive (the 4 x 4s would have to take us to the other side of the mountain),
I chose the assault on Misti which would require that the students carry all
their gear, tents, sleeping bags, sleeping pads, snacks, and 5 liters of water
for 3 hours rather than 6 hours on the other routes up (Quechua Exploring gave
us a very good group rate.). The 4 x 4s dropped us off at 13,600 feet and we
needed to hike up to 15, 969 feet to base camp. I was glad that I made this
decision after watching a few students come into base camp quite exhausted.
When Misti last blew, it shot rocks, volcanic sand, and ash in avalanche
fashion on our side of the mountain. The volcanic sand that we hiked up with
our packs was like Michigan’s sand dune sand. We arrived at base camp at 3 PM,
a 2 ½ hour slog not 3 hours, and the students went to work immediately on
setting up their tents. The wind was fierce but still warm.
The 4 x 4s have left. We are putting our packs together
(above and below)
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Our hike up to the base camp
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At
4 PM supper was ready, and we had supper early since the sun was on the other
side of the mountain, and it would get dark and cold here soon. We had one
excellent guide (Ignacio) and two very good assistants (Gaston and Angel—so we
had a guardian angel watching over us whom we appreciated). We had hot veggie
soup and tea plus spaghetti with tuna sauce (our two vegetarians got theirs
before the tuna was added). It was not surprising that everybody retired
(including the German-Swiss three) to their tents by 6 PM since the wind was
fierce and it got cold. Talking continued in the tents at least in the tents
near me.
Our tents at the base camp 15,969 feet.
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Making supper behind a windbreak
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Waiting in line for our hot food above and below
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Note how we are dressed now?
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No, we're not cold.
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We
were woken up at 1 AM for coca tea, squeaky cheese, jam and bread. I had also
made two and one-half liters of coca tea (and took along coca leaves) at our
house for this trip, but I have no idea if this was why I was one of the few
(other than our guides and they too were using forms of coca) with no altitude
sickness. At 2 AM Sunday, we continued our assault up Misti. At base camp the
temperature was just above freezing, the sleeping bag and tent were so warm and
now my fingers and toes were beginning to go numb. Therefore, I had no desire
to recheck the temperature as we ascended (It was 3 degrees C as we began),
even though my temp gauge was attached to my backpack. Well, it was dark as well.
(No
pictures while going up; it was just too cold for my fingers to push the
button.)
I
was dismayed to discover that we would be hiking up the entire 6 hours on
“scree.” When Misti blew its top, it sent an avalanche of rock fragments, and
volcanic sand over the top—all of this is loose material. So, for six hours it
was switchback after switchback after switchback over this scree. Gaston gave
me a walking stick to help me keep my balance. However, until the sun came out,
my fingers were too numb to use it correctly. So, from 15,969 feet to 19,339
(plus) feet this was what we hiked up on. It was funny, that at the beginning
of the hike up all of us, except for the German-Swiss, were chatting
constantly. But as the elevation increased and the amount of oxygen decreased,
our chatting ended.
Already
the night before, students were asking me for high-altitude sickness medication
(at the 15,969-foot base camp). Profe had told the students where to buy it,
but Profe was compassionate and gave me some in case the students had not
purchased any. Now, at our breaks going up (first after 1 ½ hours, then every
45 minutes), a student or two would be asking me for the medication—or, I was
resupplying last night’s requests.
I
did not have high-altitude head pains other than not getting enough oxygen into
my lungs. I was slowing down drastically and wondering whether or not I should
just quit. Students who noted my lethargy shouted down encouragement as did the
guide Ignacio (the two assistants were helping others behind me), but I was
just tired and a bit discouraged to acknowledge.
5832m = 19,362 feet (Map has 5822m = 19,329 feet).
That's Chachani behind my hand, a plus 20,000-foot peak
for next year?
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Resting on the top before taking pics.
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The volcanic crater—we did view puffs coming out of vents.
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Well, one is up taking pics
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Oops. Only me taking pics?
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We're getting up. That's Arequipa down below
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That's our guide Ignacio on the left and Gaston on the
right.
Our other guide, Angel, is flying around somewhere.
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A few are venturing closer to the crater
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Some continue to rest.
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Exactly
six hours later, at 8 AM, the guide and several students made it to the top. I
dragged myself to the peak perhaps five minutes later and a few others dragged
in after me. We spent an hour on the top, resting, taking pictures of Arequipa,
the volcanic crater (still sending up plumbs of smoke), the exhausted students,
and then finally we took group shots. It took us just 90 minutes to return to
base camp because we slid down the scree. It took us less than an hour to go
from the base camp to the 4 x 4s since we were sliding down dunes of volcanic
sand to the vehicles. We had 3- 4 x 4s, but mine got stuck in the volcanic sand
when attempting to return to Arequipa so another one of our 4 x 4s towed us
out.
Group shot.
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Guide Ignacio took this shot for me.
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We
all made it back and several students told me that all of them had thoughts
like mine, that he/she would not make it to the top. Plus, several of us had a
similar problem; as we tried to take a deep breathe, our throats hurt. We all
agreed that it was a great but exhausting experience (Misti is there), and that
they (and me) would not do it again. “But, please Neal, do set it up for next
year, except, no details of the scree.” In fact, Megan made the comment, “This
is the best miserable thing I’ve ever done.” Carmen DB mentioned, as did the
others, that this was worth the effort but never again.
As
we were sliding down the scree on the descent, I saw the tents below and did
NOT realize that this was our base camp. It looked so barren, so like nothing
surrounded by nothing, and I said to myself, once realization set in---this is
our camp? We camped in scree covered by a few rocks? However, we made it. We
did it; it was there and we did. Praise the Lord.
This is our base camp in daylight as we begin to take our
tents down.
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The peak and all the scree going up to 19,339 plus feet.
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Very little vegetation and a bit of colorful lichen on the
rocks.
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Thanks
to Quechua Exploring for giving us excellent guides including the very veteran
climber Ignacio, his very capable assistant Gaston, and our guardian assistant
Angel. We also used this company for our rafting trip, and I used them earlier
for biking down Mt. Chachani. Paz y Shalom, Neal Bierling.
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