That time I climbed a volcano

Last weekend, I climbed Acatenango, the third tallest volcano in Central America. It’s weird to write this sentence and I’m still somewhat surprised that I did this. Reaching the top of Acatenango is an overnight undertaking, it’s over 13,000 feet tall, you camp, you carry a pack and it is steep. I, as of last Saturday, have never so much as slept in a tent. … Continue reading That time I climbed a volcano