No, Pico de Orizaba isn’t a dip for tortilla chips. That is pico de gallo. Get your picos right people. So what is Pico de Orizaba, you ask? Well you see the thing is I haven’t been completely honest with you. Not that I have been actively lying to you, but I haven’t been as vigilant as I could have been about keeping you abreast of our upcoming adventures.
Pico de Orizaba is a mountain in Mexico. Not just any mountain, it is the third highest peak in North America, and we are going to climb it. We leave in two weeks.
I know this is a lot to take in but believe me, it gets better. Next week we leave on Friday to fly to Mexico (only after spending an entire night in LAX first though). We spend one night in Mexico City and then take about four busses to a very small town called Tlachichuca. After spending a night there at a climbing hostel we are driven up to a climbers hut at 14,000+ feet. At that point things get flexible. We have given ourselves a week to do the climb, so we can sit around at the hut for a day or two if we want to for acclimatization purposes. Eventually we plan to head up to 16,000+ feet to set up high camp where we will make our summit bid from. Fingers crossed we make it all the way up to 18,600 feet and back down safely. Then back to Tlachichuca, and Mexico City, and home. Or if everything goes swimmingly and we summit quickly maybe we will be laying on a beach in Veracruz for a few days, but I’m not going to get my hopes up.
We won’t be going at this mountain alone either. We are feeling lucky and thankful to be reunited with our friends and climbing buddies, Sarah and Carl, who will be kicking our butts all the way up the climb.
With two weeks left to prepare we had another planning sesh last night with everyone and have another one planned for next week to nail down any loose ends. Kyle and I are waiting on pins and needles to see if our new four season tent (thank you to Kyle’s amazing parents) will make it here in time, along with a warmer pair of mitts for Kyle. Food prep is under way, clothing layers have been discussed, the camera is being cleaned, and our sleeping bags are getting some much needed TLC at the Rainy Pass. Oh, and I am practicing my Spanish. So far I know that rope is cuerda, route is ruta or linea, and get me the off this mountain is sácame de esta montaña. Also, I still remember how to type using accents and tildes so that’s gotta count for something.
Can we have some real talk? I am an equal amount completely stoked and totally terrified. I am so excited to climb something covered in glaciers again, but I also haven’t climbed something in what feels like such a long time. This will be our first time combining international travel and adventure, which completely elevates the whole experience in my mind to a new level, and will also come with a completely unique set of challenges. But the most important most exciting thing about this whole trip, I am two weeks away from stuffing my face with authentic legit bomb-ass tacos al pastor.
I. Can. Not. Wait.
I am also really excited to write about the trip. It is going to be hard and new and we will be literally pushing ourselves to new heights. Beautiful photographs will be taken and sufferfests will be had by all (no doubt). So hopefully you aren’t too angry with me for keeping this information from you, and instead are as excited as I am for what’s about to happen.