About 2 years ago, I made the (rash) decision to trek up a mountain. Mind you, at that point I wasn’t really hiking or really working out. However, this was forreal on the bucket list since I was like 15, and for some reason, I really didn’t think there would be any better time to do this other than my senior year of college. Anyway, long story short, I did it. I summited Mount Kilimanjaro on New Year’s Day in 2023.
We (my cousin and I, sorry for exposing you <3) cried at the top. I really did not think I would make it, since those grueling hours on summit day felt like years. I was 19,000 feet up when I reached Uhuru Peak, the top of Kilimanjaro and the top of Africa. It was cold, icy, slippery, and the wind was piercing. But most importantly, the views were breathtaking (literally cause I couldn’t breathe). Here is a picture of the sun peaking in about 5 hours into our summit ascent (bottom right), along with some other pictures from the summit journey taken by my dear groupmates and now lifelong friends: