If you listen closely in the video beyond my jabber and the plink of the sleet you will hear the rumble of thunder. The lightening flashed relentlessly about a kilometer above our heads. Had it let up we would have slipped and sloshed through the sleet covered rocks and brush and trickling streams to the summit. No trees or buildings means the only conductors are the adventure thirsty humans gasping for air. Preferring not to fry our brains we waved a bitter farewell to the peak within sight but out of reach. This my fourth visit to my dear friend Mt. Tunari will not be my last. We’ll wait for the rainy season to taper off before we go again.
Some snap shots from our day: