Dear Gerry,
I have 3 words to describe my feelings when I reached the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro: thrilling, exhilarating, and emotional. Â Tears came to my eyes when my fellow climbers hugged and cried. Â It was the moment we all realized that we had done it! Â After several grueling days, we had successfully climbed to Uhuru Peak.
Truthfully, the climb was very difficult for me.  By day 3 or 4 I wanted to quit, but then I realized that quitting wasn’t an option.  The guides and porters were there to help and encourage you.  If it wasn’t for them, I know I wouldn’t have been successful.  There were a couple of reasons why I felt that I would not be able to reach the top.
1) I went 4 days in a row without getting any sleep.
2) On day 4, I was nauseous all day and night, and I didn’t think I would be able to hike the next day.  I decided to stop taking the diamox, but other people had been nauseous, and they continued taking the medication.  So, I decided to start taking it again the next day.  The nausea eventually went away.  We all continued climbing….pole, pole.  Thankfully, the slow climbing pace was what made the climb a success.
I encountered a few misfortunes on this trip:
1) There was no one to pick me up at the airport when I arrived in Tanzania.
2) One night, the wind blew so hard that the toilet blew over. Â This happened at the exact time I needed to use it. Â I was experiencing diarrhea and needed to use it right away. Â The crew was able to get it upright in the tent again, but I had to use it before they could clean it up. Â I realize that there was nothing they could have done about this at the time, but it was a very unpleasant experience.
3) The same night as the toilet incident, some of the stakes holding down my tent were blown loose and my tent started to blow over. Â I immediately crawled out of my sleeping bag and tried to hold down 2 corners. Â I was really afraid the entire tent would blow over against the rocks with me trapped inside. Â The only thing I could do was scream and hope someone heard me. Â This went on for about 10 minutes before a fellow climber heard my screams. Â He started screaming too, and finally the crew came and secured my tent.
4) I think the high altitude was one of the reasons I had a hard time sleeping.  Every time I got close to falling asleep, I felt like I couldn’t breath, and was jolted into taking a deep breath.  It was a very strange and scary feeling.  Also, during the climb, I was breathing so hard that I thought my heart would explode.  It was like this during the entire climb.
Of course, I am thrilled that I reached the top, but if I had known how hard this was going to be, I would not have signed up for the trip.  Actually, I’m kind of glad I didn’t know how hard it would be, because in the end, perseverance prevailed.  I succeeded, and I’m proud of that.  Wilbert, the crew, and my fellow climbers were all wonderful.  We truly enjoyed each other’s company.  I have some good memories and stories to tell my friends and relatives.
Best wishes,