Okay, here is the deal. I love mountains. The older I get the more I like them. I’m not sure when did this transition happen but it did. I’m lucky enough to live close to 3.718 m peak – Pico del Teide, which is one of the bigest volcanos on the Earth (third after Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea). I finally managed to climb it with couple of friends at the beginning of April. We decided to star overnight in Refugio Altavista and hike up early in the morning to see the sunrise.
As for the hike, it’s easier than I thought it’d be. The road to Montaña Blanca is easy and from there to Refugio, it’s just little bit steeper, and the altitude eventually starts to call for your attention, but we’re reached Refugio surprisingly quickly. The only downfall of Refugio is that the water is not good for drinking and the beds are singing their annoying song through the whole night. The second part of the hike is not bad either. We had full moon so no need for flashlights, except for couple of parts in shade. We even had snow, which is quite impressive here. If you keep slow and continuous pace, it takes an hour and half to get on top.
And then… you’re there. On the highest peak around and all you see is wonderfully colored sky and islands peeking from the clouds. The new day is born in a blink of an eye and everything is suddenly colored in the warm tones of orange. And you stand there, overlooking the world and feeling free. Feels like you can just spread your arms and fly… yes maybe that’s why I like mountains.