The last haul was the hardest. It was windy, my head was banging and I really, really just wanted that mate de coca. Cheps was fine, Talomé suffered intermittently and we all made it to the top to see the Volcán del Fuego. Acatenango has fumaroles too, but not near as impressive, or active, a cone as its neighbor.

Coming down was hard on the knees, but it was sunny and beautiful. And I got volcanic dirt for my garden, lupine seeds (anyone know how to germinate these?) and really, really dirty.