In 1999 my, then, 22 year-old daughter Emily was teaching English in Ecuador and she and some friends decided to climb, with a guide, to the peak of Cotopaxi, the tallest active volcano in the world. That's her on the right, at the summit. I knew nothing about this caper until I got a phone call from her, excitedly proclaiming, "Mom, Dad, guess what I did this weekend!" Cotopaxi is just outside the Ecuadorean Capitol of Quito and is a spectacular sight on clear days. Emily and her family were in Ecuador earlier this month and she posted this photo from the Air B'nb in Quito where they were staying.
That's Cotopaxi poking up near the center of the photo. As you can imagine, she has a special feeling and fondness for the mountain.
When Ray and I visited Emily in Quito in 2004, she arranged for us to visit her mountain. We took a van up as far as the road goes and parked in a big, windswept parking lot. The plan was to hike, with our guides, up to the base camp, which was visible from the parking lot. The summit towers above the base camp. When I stepped out of the van I was hit with with a wave of dizziness and my heart began to pound as I struggled to get enough air in my lungs. One look and the guide said, " No. You can't go. You must wait in the van." I seem to be more sensitive to the altitude than the others. It took no convincing for me to wait in the van. I read. I drew in my sketchbook. I slept. I moved as little as possible. Here is the sketch I made, sitting on the van's back bumper. When I look at this sketch I can feel the cold and the fog and the buzzy light-headedness that overtook me.
Now Cotopaxi is erupting after nearly 140 years. So far it is sending plumes of ash into the air. No one knows quite what to expect. One of the fears is, of course, more violent and damaging eruption. Another is that it will become hot enough to melt the glacier that covers its peak, sending massive flooding into the valleys below.
Photo by Henri Leduc
I think of all the times I have heard on the news of a volcano erupting in some far off part of the world. It passes through one ear and out the other, without making an impact. Ho hum. But now it's a little more personal. I have been there. I have stood, very shakily, on that volcano. I will be watching. Want to watch along with me? http://darkroom.baltimoresun.com/2015/08/aftermath-of-cotopaxi-volcano-eruption-in-ecuador/#1
Added note: apologies to Henri Leduc, whose amazing photo of Cotopaxi erupting was first used here without attribution. I am glad to know who the photographer was and happy to be able to give credit to him.
You live in Portland, OR, right? Were you not there in 1980? I used to climb a water tower in Seattle to see if Mt. St. Helen was "doing anything," and my mother, living in Portland, had to sweep ash off her porch frequently.ReplyDelete
My goodness, all those eastern Washington babies are 34 years old now!
Anyway, I'm not trying to minimize the dangers of Cotopaxi or your connection to it. I can easily see your sketch becoming one of your small pieces.
Occurrences such as this, make our huge world seem just a little bit smaller. Lovely.ReplyDelete
Very cool.. Really like this sketch.. I also am sensitive to altitude.. So pleased you were able to enjoy the view in some capacity!ReplyDelete
My eldest spent a summer in Ecuador, some in Quito, some in the mountains. I am thankful Cotopaxi was calm while she was there. I wasn't prepared for an air lift. It is hard to watch natural "event" unfold and it's important to remember the impact across the miles. Thanks for the reminder.ReplyDelete
As Vivian said, it is hard to watch natural events unfold and see the results. Erika is blowing off the right coast, bringing damage and death to the islands. And your volcano. Hard to watch, especially with such a glorious connection. Sending positive energy~~~ReplyDelete