Mountains, the Coast, and Madness

The last few months on the road here in Mexico has been a bit up and down. The end of April we had a visit from the old mountain man himself (my father), at which point we went straight to work building up our acclimatization and feeding our mountain-won-appetites on some of the best typical Mexican cuisine. By the end of the first week we made the rigorous 2 day trek up Iztaccihuatl, the third highest peek in Mexico (17,000 ft). The end of the second week brought my father and I within 100 meters of the summit of Pico de Orizaba. Orizaba stands at 18,490 ft making it the highest peak in Mexico and the third highest in north america. Despite a 3 AM start however, white-out conditions near the summit turned us back, determining it was better to play it safe and leave the summit for another attempt.

Near-dawn as we reach the glacier and make-ready for the summit on Orizaba

Near-dawn as we reach the glacier and make-ready for the summit on Orizaba

After seeing my dad back off on his flight, Jana and I re-ordered our plans in Mexico City and then headed south. We passed a few days in Oaxaca, and then a long rough van ride brought us out to the southern coast. Here amid the heat and stifling humidity we did our best to re-build the framework of our project, and enjoy the bright waters and picturesque sunsets.

the darker beauty of the coast - (removal pending 1 week)

the darker beauty of the coast – (removal pending 1 week)

But perhaps because of our long history on the road, the over-saturated tourism and lurking disregard for environmental habits (and most likely the corruption relating to both) – whittled down our resolve. By the end of the two weeks, we had become overwhelmed by such a sense of depravity and repulsion that with a heavily-hung mood we quit the coast and returned to Oaxaca – having accomplished much less than we had hoped.

A series of amazing hosts in both Oaxaca and then in Mexico City has again raised our expectations for our plans here in Mexico. Now looking to alter our plans once again we await information that will set us out on the road once more – either to re-explore the southern states of Mexico, or to venture north, working our way back to the states.

As we struggle to rework the applications and inter-relations of Art and Anthropology, the larger premise of “Art from the Pack” toils on. Finding time to build up enough sketch and research work, managing our minimal funds, the raising and falling that accompanies each new set of anticipations and disappointments – these occupy the mind and capacity of the rucksack-er always, forming the criteria and direction of each new project and venture.

Making the best of things

Making the best of things


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