I was unaccompanied.
It was a great hike.
No kids.
No Yuni. (tuscl.net)
No naked bathing beauties.
No friendly locals inviting me into their homes for a cup of dysentery tea.
Just me, peace, solitude and nature.
I fed a lot of mosquitoes.
Out here in the middle of nowhere a long walk is the closest I can get to some quality “me time.”
I think the mountain I was hiking might be volcanic. There are lots of volcanoes around here. Halfway up I crossed a stream that was surprisingly hot.
Even though it’s not much of a mountain (just a big hill, really), the hike got me all tired and sweaty.
One thing for sure:
I’m getting too old for this.


I know how you feel. I walked around an old civil war era fort the other day with my son, daughter-in-law and my wife. Between the heat going up and down steep staircases I was exhausted by the time I got back to the ferry. My wife is eight years younger and my son almost 30 yrs younger.