Part III: Giant Explorations on the Cerro de la Muerte

This morning I awoke to the burble of a mountain creek a few hundred feet below our cabin. The sun's rays peeked over the horizon, their morning warmth already beating back the night's chill. Cocooned under my cozy half-foot of fleece, I was struck by the serenity of the mountain's so-called silence: here, quiet did not mean the absence of sound, but rather a gentle harmony of birdsong, trickling water, and leaves rustling in the breeze.

Last updated: Oct 22, 2023