Ausangate

Something about the unconventional life fascinates me. There are times I wish I could put a finger on why I’m so drawn to being against the tide. Most of my life has been lived in the bubble of convenience, normal conventions. There’s always been a pull to explore the unknown, the path less traveled, but the external message constantly received was that most people have the same pull, and over time, it dissipates as life becomes more and more settled. So, although the curiosity persisted, in the back of my mind, I had this resignation that I was going to turn out normal at the end.

Well, my parents are very disappointed, but the unconventional hasn’t left me. As a matter of fact, it’s gotten stronger. In a society where it’s exceedingly unacceptable to be different, to question, I am one of the odd men out. This is where I thrive. Now, going with the grain would be betraying myself.

So, here I am, trekking in one of the highest mountains in Peru, again unconventionally. Traversing above 4500 meters, without a guide. 4 nights, 5 days, walking every day, crossing multiple passes over 5000 meters, most days multiple passes at that, just a friend and I. No one else in sight.

The locals called us Los Loco Hermanos when they heard of our plans.

Whereas Huayhuash was mentally hard, this one was more physical. Grueling. Some days, the idea of a guide carrying up our packs sounded amazing.

But then, the conventional doesn’t net views like this. Peace. Solitude. Wonder. Blazed trails.

After never ascending over 3500 meters, I’ve now logged 15 days over 5000 meters. Think I’m into it.

Here’s to the unconventional.

Much gratitude to Apu Ausangate.