Mom, before you read this let me clearly state that I am safe and no one got injured. I know reading this you will be like “Anya, you did what?” and yes I do realize that it was a stupid and dangerous idea but regardless it’s done and I have certainly learned from it.
So, last Saturday we were staying in Pico, one of the central islands, known for the tallest mountain in Portugal. (Pico means peak in Portuguese). We were determined not to leave the island without climbing the mountain because it was such a once in a lifetime kink of opportunity. A friend of a friend (Tomé, 18 year old local) had hiked the mountain twice before and volunteered to be our unofficial guide. Our goal was to start hiking at 5 pm, get to the top around sunset, set up camp, sleep, watch the sunrise and hike down. Well, things don’t always work out how you plan them. Because of several hold ups including that there are only 4 taxis total on the entire island we didn’t actually start the hike until 9:30 pm.
We were completely unprepared: 5 girls, 1 unofficial guide, 1 flashlight, 4 cell phones (for light), 1 sleeping bag, 0 tents, 0 blankets, 0 long pants for Anya….I think you are beginning to get it. The man at the mountain house looked at us like we were crazy when we said we only had one flashlight and no extra batteries. But neither his glares of warning nor the mandatory safety video could deter us from climbing.
The hike should take between three and four hours in daylight so we figured we would get to the top around 1:30 AM…WRONG! We started the hike going as fast as possible while we still had some sunlight. It was a lot rockier than any of us had anticipated. I think we were imagining a real trail but quickly realized climbing Mt. Pico is no walk in the park. White wooden poles numbered 1 through 42 mark the trail. Once the light faded it became difficult to see where the next checkpoint was so we inadvertently left the trail. I held my hiking stick in my right hand and my cell phone for light in my left while trying to basically rock climb up the mountain. Honestly, it was a miracle that no one was hurt. Towards the end the flashlight was dimming and I began to think that we were never going to reach the summit. Everyone was exhausted and felt like quitting but as Madeline pointed out “Where are you going to go?”
We finally made it to the crater around 3:30 AM. We were not cold climbing the mountain but once we stopped moving and without a tent to block the wind our temperatures quickly dropped. No one could sleep except for Advaita (who rubbed it in by snoring extra loud). We made a five-person spoon to conserve body heat and tried our best to fall asleep. After the longest 2 hours of my life we decided that it was late enough to get up.
We walked to the edge of the crater and sat on the side of the mountain to watch the sunrise. The view was spectacular. It looked like the typical representation of heaven with the sunlight shining down onto the bed of clouds below us. We saw a plane flying past and laughed because we were sitting higher than the plane was flying. It was amazing. Once the sun had come up and everyone ate breakfast we began our descent. We took it slow and actually followed the marked trail this time. Going down, it was important to be extra careful of your footing…we all fell at least once. We got to the bottom by noon and took a taxi back to the campgrounds. Showering has never felt so good.
If you are ever on Pico I recommend you also climb to the highest point in Portugal. Even though it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done it was also one of the most unforgettable and amazing experiences of my life.
To the fellowship: ROLLCALL!
Madeline: ONE
Advaita: TWO
Anya: THREE
Katrina: FOUR
Adriana: CINCO
Tomé: SEIS
Love always,




