Aconcagua, the Stone Sentinel

Aconcagua, the Stone Sentinel Every muscle in my body seemed to relax as I rested for the first time in what felt like a week. It had only been six hours though, and we were only at base camp, 14,800 feet above sea level. As my head pounded, probably because of the altitude, I had a disturbing thought. We still had almost eight thousand vertical feet to climb until the summit. Thinking of this, my heart …

…hours. Before I knew it, I was there, the summit. It was nothing special to look at, not much different than the rock and snow that made up the rest the mountain. Not only did seeing that small spot on the roof hemisphere prove that I had summit Mt Aconcagua, it proved to me that I could do it. I could and had summited the Aconcagua, and I could and will do so much more.