For us the cliffhanger was all too literal.
Our post-Christmas trip to Ecuador’s Avenue of the Volcanoes got off on the wrong foot, so to speak. Or rather it ended that way–sort of.
It began well enough, however.
We’d had a lovely holiday with guests from the US and a houseful of new friends on Christmas day itself. The food was fabulous. I’d baked several pumpkin pies. Sara had roasted a massive turkey. The potatoes were yummy. The stuffing was even better.
Well-fed and ready for an adventure, we set off early Friday morning on the Pan American Highway, the “autopista” of the Western Hemisphere, an intercontinental street that stretches from the northern-most reaches of Alaska to the southern-most tip of Argentina. (Okay, it’s not exactly a “street,” but I love alliteration.)
Day 1 took us from Cuenca to Chimborazo, the highest peak in Ecuador, at around 20,500 feet or nearly 6,300 meters. The weather was glorious. The roads were perfectly paved. There were few other vehicles in sight. In short, it was a delightful day to launch our volcano vacation, one that eventually took us on to Cotopaxi, the second highest mountain in Ecuador (at around 19,400 feet or nearly 6,000 meters) and Quito, the country’s capital and second largest city.
Below, photos (Sara and I took) tell the tale better than I could ever hope to with words alone.
(I’m too busy hanging on for dear life–and chasing my hat!)
How about you? Are you and your family living and loving well in the New Year? Hats off to you and the mad milliners in your life.
(Not all images were shot in the order they appear here. I’ve rearranged some to benefit the narrative. The llama photos, for example, were taken atop Pichincha Volcano, near Quito. More from Quito in upcoming posts.)