Hearing the Dead at Eighteen-Five

The summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro from Barafu Camp, Tanzania, Africa

4 years ago, I spent half of my February on Kilimanjaro.  My friend Meredith was just there, on the same route that I took, so I’ve been thinking about Kili a lot lately.  I’ll write a trip report someday soon – some of the best experiences I’ve ever had were there – but right now I want to write about one thing in particular.

Around 3am on February 18, at about 18,500 feet, freezing, and exhausted from 4 days without sleep, I had one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. Continue reading Hearing the Dead at Eighteen-Five