For all the preparation and common sense that the boys appear to have, one of my favorite stories thus far has been the poorly thought out volcano hike. Apparently, they are not quite ready to be world explorers. And for the moms out there, it is true, that you still get them through their darkest moments.
"we climbed to the top of a volcano yesterday. it took us 7 hours to complete the climb, up and down, that is. my i.t. band started to kill me again on the way down. it was pretty sore and swollen last night and today. i know that you used one of those foam rollers, and i tried that too (although i've no access at this point), but is there anything else that you did to help it? the volcano was definitely anticlimactic. there was no view from any point on the way up, and at the top it was cold and cloudy and wet. it was good, though, to do. the mud on the way down was treacherous. worse than minnesota red clay. so we climbed up one side and down a different side, ending at an old coffee plantation that has been converted into a funky, run-down hotel/restaurant. they made the most incredible french toast that i have ever had in my entire life.
oh yes, the stupidity of the two of us--we brought only 1 clif bar each, for the entire climb. we had plenty of water, but only one frickin clif bar. 2 hours from the top we were both starving. we talked about food for 4 hours; our favorites from home, from our moms, from our own creations. upon arrival at the coffee plantation, we ate, waited 3 hours, ate again. we had breakfast this morning. i think i had 5 orders of this french toast between the 3 meals.(it cost 1.50). amazing."
Oh the love of adventure. And the foolishness of boys. Big, calorie-burning boys.
-- luludilly
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