Viva Mexico! and the never-ending adventures this wonderful country offers.
September 16, 1810 Miguel Hidalgo rang his church bell calling Mexican’s all over the country to fight for their independence from Spain. Although this event took place on the 16, most places celebrate with reenactments of his speech on the 15th. Having already experienced a Grito, myself and four other girls decided to head outside the city for some good ol’ fashioned nature. About 45 minutes from where we live is a mountain, it’s more of a boulder outcrop, that is known as a great place to hike and spend day. Since we have a long weekend, we decided that it would be fun to try to camp there for a night as well. So we loaded up a few processions, food, and cameras and headed north.
WE ARE NOT EXPERIENCED HIKERS.
We began our hike with our backpack but didn’t have a plan about where we were going to camp. We hiked around and finally found a grassy knoll on the top of the bolder mountain. It was beautiful! The problem was that it was pretty much the furthest we could get from our car, up at the top of the mountain while our tents, water, and food was still in the car. Fail. While we were searching around for our perfect camping spot, Shelia and Chelsea were having a good conversation with another hiker. He happened to be hiking up a similar direction and chatted with us while we walked. Initially we didn’t really want a random guy coming along with us, but as we stopped to have a drink the conversation turned towards experimenting with marijuana and explaining why we don’t use drugs. Shelia was doing a fantastic job talking in Spanish and so we decided to leave Chelsea and Shelia together; while Ginny, Abby, and I descended the mountain to retrieve the remaining items for our camp site.
The descent down the mountain was strenuous. We left our packs hidden in some tall weeds, and carefully scaled down the rock faces. When we got back to the car, we realized there was no way we could carry everything up, and since we had left our packs in a hidden place we didn’t have appropriate bags to carry up the stuff. Fail a second time. To top it off we left a couple of our empty water bottles with our packs. Using a trash bag and the fantastically large bag Laura gave me, we carried up the remaining supplies. By the time we had returned, Shelia and Chelsea had finished their conversation and we set up camp. We enjoyed a favorite Chiapas meal of can beans, salsa, and tortillas while watching the sun disappear behind the clouds and mountains. We started a fire and simply enjoyed the conversation and distant rolls of thunder. What a perfect ending to our hike or so we thought. Fearing it may rain and potential animals during the night we packed everything up and hung it in a tree and looked for a safe place to run in case a flash flood happened upon us. At 10:50pm it began to rain and continued to rain until about 5:50am. 7 hours! Without much-needed explanation I’m sure you can imagine our conditions. There were three of us in my two person tent and trying not to touch the sides was impossible. Needless to say, we all ended up soaked, cold, and completely unable to sleep. The hours passed slowly, but morning eventually came. After a long night, we were ready to pack up our soaking things and get down the mountain, into the car and to the nearest place with chilaquiles. I wish I had a camera as I opened the tent flap.
Need I say anything? We ended up staying put for a few hours to give the sun time to clear some fog and dry the ground. The wait was breathtaking. I could sit and enjoy that view every day for the rest of my life. I just wandered from the group, found a rock and sang worship songs for a while. I even made up my own. It wasn’t long before others joined me and soaked in rolling and wisping waves of fog. After packing up camp we descended, choosing each step very carefully. It was a beautiful walk down, if not a little stressful. When we reached the car, we couldn’t have been happier to take off our soaked shoes and drink a huge glass of water.
Here are just a few pictures of our scenic adventure. Despite the cold, wet, sleepless night I could do this every weekend. Really, my heart already aches to go back to our boulder mountain already.
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