Then there we were: on the true summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro, the roof of Africa, enjoying the view while we waited for the rest of our group. Here you could see that we were standing on the edge of a massive volcanic crater. Snow was sparse in most areas, but in others you could see the towering glaciers clinging to the shadows. This is something very few people will ever see in their lifetimes.
We now had two climbers who had fallen behind. Miraculously, the first climber with the severe stomach issues was only 30 minutes behind us and hit the false peak at 7:30. Athumani, our fearless leader from Team Kilimanjaro, had run back down the mountain to encourage her. Gripping the ends of her trekking poles, he literally dragged her step-by-step up the final stretch of the mountain. Remarkably, she recovered enough to continue and joined us triumphantly at the summit where we were waiting.
Our second hiker, physically and mentally drained, was resting with one of our guides, Dula. His legs felt like lead and he did not have the mental drive to force himself the last bit up. The voice in his head was winning. But then, a much larger, older, man passed him with two porters. Dula seized the moment and said, “Are you going to let that old guy beat you?”. That challenge lit a fire and he gathered all of his courage and trudged the last little bit up the mountain.