After ten days on the trail, eight to climb and two to come down, it was time to part ways with the wonderful guides and porters who had made everything possible.
There was dancing for joy, and crying for saying 'Good Bye.'
Even now, six years later, I can feel the power of those emotional moments.
I'm forever grateful to Tusker Trails for making this experience happen in my life.
And I'm forever grateful to Megan for saying, "Sure, I"ll come and climb Kilimanjaro with you!'
This is a picture of Camp being taken down in the morning.
The porters set up camp each evening, carry all the gear all day, then set it up again each night. Their load included a dining table, chairs, tents, mattresses, food, a cook tent, cooking gear, etc!
The wonderful Tusker Porters engaged us in singing and dancing every night when we arrived in camp. After changing into 'evening' clothes, the purpose was to get us warmed up.
Megan and Lee ski with the little ones! Marty was in the Pulk, which Megan pulled, and Aaron stayed to play/ski with Amma.(that's me, in Grandma speak!)
Six years ago, Megan and I were on an amazing adventure, climbing the highest mountain in Africa, Mt Kilimanjaro.
For a few days, I'm going to post photos from that journey, selfishly, to enjoy the memories.
This picture shows our guide, Amy, (blue shirt) and Megan holding the banner with our fellow climbers.
The purpose of our climb was to raise awareness and funds for Breast Cancer reasearch.