Pico de Orizaba Trip Report (#917)
- Signed By: Nyle K Walton
- Date submitted: September 25, 2003
At age 17, I went to Mexico for the first time toward the end of the summer rainy season. After September 16, I spent a miserable wet night at Las Cruces on Popocatepetl and gave up before morning. I then went on to the town of Orizaba, Veracruz, and organized a party with "Jesus" and "Moses" (English translations of their Spanish names) and in this holy company climbed to a point at the base of the summit rock when a heavy snowfall forced our retreat.
I did not realize how close I had gotten to the summit until November, 1956, when, as a student at Mexico City College, I exploited the holiday of the Day of the Dead and reached the cross-crowned summit of the Star Mountain (Citlaltepetl) two days out of Mexico City. This was the highest I ever climbed until I went to Bolivia less than two years later and summited Huayna Potosi. Mountaineering is the best substitute in the world for good sex.