Friday, October 12, 2012

On September 3, 2006, I climbed a mountain.

Well, technically it was a volcano, and hardly the most intimidating one around, but hey. I climbed it. And I never would have done it without the push from my good friend Rebecca Nichols, who was my roommate at the time in Quito.

Not the pretty green hill. The cloudy peak in the distance.

So this week I got the news that Rebecca passed away. Which is just, shitty. She was one of those people who are scary smart and talented and ready to change the world. And she was La Alta, 1/3 of our trifecta of Rebeccas. And she was my Jewy friend who was always willing to have a fashionably late Seder with me. And she was super supportive of me in all my jam endeavors and career crises when I was lucky enough to have her as a neighbor in Oakland. And once we went to a Black Panther film festival. And... a lot of things.

And she made me summit this mountain with her.

I've posted all the other pictures I took in Ecuador for but some reason never got around to this set til now. Partly I think because it was a really overwhelming experience. Not so much spiritually, but, like, physically exhausting :) Here's the description I blogged at the time:

Rebecca and I scaled Imbabura yesterday! She has a friend who is a tour guide and he is currently doing a whole series of andiƱismo - climbing the volcanos in ecuador from north to south. There were about 18 people, all ecuadorian except for us, and mostly women! At 4,630 m it's not much higher than pichincha, but there's no teleferico to get you to to the top, so its quite a climb. I have some beautiful pictures which i will get up eventually. The best part was scaling the rocks at the end, but coming down really SUCKED... it was 4 hours up, going up the whole time, and it still took 4 hours down! My knees basically gave out halfway down and so I was hobbling and falling over the rest of the way, since I couldn't really support myself. And I was definitely the dirtiest i've been in a really long time, or possibly ever.

Seriously, we kicked up so much dust that I had dirt coating my teeth and eyeballs and probably my lungs. And other places dirt shouldn't be.

But now that I've been separated from Ecuador for so long, and suddenly separated from this lady, looking at the pictures from that day does feel pretty damn spiritual. Not really sure what else to say, except. Thanks.