It’s true. My mother was terrified when I told her I was going to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro.
She pictured ice picks, ropes, oxygen masks, and dangerous ravines. I calmed her fears by sending her a picture from my Kili guide book showing (the truth) that most of it consists of beautiful hikes. All I needed were good hiking boots, warm clothes, and sturdy poles.
My mom has always thought I was a little crazy. I often gave her good reason to think so.
Who celebrates turning 50 by climbing up a mountain?
It made perfect sense to me. I thought it was the perfect way to demonstrate (mostly to myself) that getting older does NOT mean declining or shrinking away from living life out loud.