We were all around coordinated, my year of living at 8,800 feet

history channel documentary We were all around coordinated, my year of living at 8,800 feet and climbing frequently at elevations of more than 12,000 feet compensated for my age and Jason's (relative) youth and three weeks of high height trekking in Peru compensated for his living adrift level in L.A. We took after a simple trail up to the campground at around 15,000 feet, landing there in three hours and 10 minutes. We were happy that we hadn't left before and needed to simply lounge around in the cool wind. This additionally gave us trust that the probably five to seven hour trek to the summit ought to be not as much as that. We had likewise been advised to expect temps as low as zero degrees so were appreciative that it was hotter than typical. Helped by the overcast spread it didn't get underneath 30 degrees, so we were bounty warm in our 20 degree sacks and my shabby Wensel tent.

After we got camp set up, Jason proposed scouting out the trail to the summit, as we anticipated leaving around 5:00 in the morning and weren't certain on the off chance that we could discover it out of the loop. We effectively found the trail and trekked up around 20 minutes to another campground; the general population there said they anticipated beginning for the summit at around 2:00 am. When we got down to our camp, the wind had faded away and it felt hotter, particularly after hot chicken noodle soup with fish, cheddar and bread and some tea. I utilized my pop can stove, which worked fine, in the wake of evacuating the windshield; I get it required more air at that height as well. Our campground neighbor, a Frenchman experiencing the height wasn't looking too great, we discovered he didn't endeavor the summit. We were still beneath the mists so got an awesome perspective of Arequipa as the lights went ahead and the quarter moon lit up Misti above us. By 7:00 pm we were in our dozing sacks, planning to get a decent night's rest before the 4:00 am caution.