Pico Duarte Recap

Because my dear friend (and PD guide), Moises, has been reminding me about this post, I finally decided to do it...

My experience at Pico Duarte, the tallest mountain in the Carribean, was something I would equate to the volcano in Chile: I don't know how I got to the top, but I didn't die. Chris and I decided to climb Pico Duarte with a group called Camping Tours, who basically take care of all of the details so that you get to enjoy (as much as you can in that situation) your trip. I was extremely pleased with the guides and if you're deciding to climb Pico I would totally recommend them.

We left on Thursday morning of Semana Santa (April 1) at like, crack-o-dawn thirty. I think it was 3:30 AM, but early will suffice. If you know me, you know I don't do early.

We drove from Santiago to La Ciénaga and started with this route:

The goal was simple: get to the top, and get back down. And do it in four days.

We set off, and y'all--it was STEEP. It was never a straight up kind of path. It was up this mountain, down this one, around a curb, up again, slight down, etc. And for me, that was a huge mental block. To not be able to see where you're going, but to walk, and walk, and walk is disheartening.

We stopped Thursday night in Compartición at a little house looking thing.

We rolled out our sleeping bags on the cold, hard concrete floor, and drifted off into dreamland. There were complaints the next morning about bad sleep...I, however, slept like a baby. I was so tired from the day before that I would have slept just about anywhere. I opted for a mule to get to the top of the peak. It was 4 AM, and my knees were on their way out.

As we started to climb towards the peak, I saw the sunrise, and we were literally above the clouds. It was an amazing way to spend Good Friday.

Seeing the sunrise made waking up at 4AM totally worth it. Finally, we made it to the top! From the "Pico Duarte that way" sign, it's about another 45 minutes to an hour to the bust of Juan Pablo Duarte, the official top of the mountain. The views are breathtaking. Although we couldn't figure out which way to look, you can see Haiti from the top of the peak. I've also heard that you can see the lights of Puerto Rico if it's dark (but I would NOT want to be climbing that in the dark!).

Me with the man, Juan Pablo Duarte.

Reppin' Wofford College. I try y'all.

Day two was by far the hardest (even on mule). From the peak, we headed back toward Compartición where we had slept the night before to gather our stuff and head for Aguita Fria (I think?--The details are fuzzy at this point). Everyone was exhausted, and everyone had knee issues. The path down to Aguita Fria was basically straight down. (By the way, straight down on mule = NOT FUN.)

If you look really close in this picture--we're headed for the little red speck on the left cornerish. We spent the night in tents in Aguita Fria in a nice grassy field.

Day three, Saturday, was our play day. We relaxed in Aguita Fria and then went to the river--where I completely understood the term "Cold little water". Our guides and the mule owners had roasted a pig all day and it was dinner Saturday night. (The jury's still out on where the pig came from). We had campfire time and went to bed, ready to wake up and do it all again the next morning.

Drying off, iguana style.

Happy Easter! Day four, Sunday, we woke up, took down the tents, and headed off for Santiago. Once we reached Los Tablones, we knew we were close. Everyone was exhausted. I ended up going to the hospital right when we got back in Santiago for my knee (I wanted to experience the health care system, but this was not my idea of doing it!)

Me and my mulo.

Llegamos por fin! We made it!

I was really surprised by the weather during the trip. I knew it was going to be cold, but I had no idea. I'm the kind of person that thinks 100F (38 C) is hot, 90F (32 C) is comfortable, and 80F (27C) is reason to break out the parka. I hate being cold. Well since I was packing for the country with the eternal summer without giving thought to cold weather, I was extremely unprepared. I basically begged people for warm clothes before going (which is why you may look at pictures and be like.."You don't go to Kenyon College", or "Who's hat is that?" or "Who's pants are those?!")..but even then, it was extremely chilly. Camping Tours recommended a scarf and gloves, and I thought that they were just exaggerating how cold it would be--I was so wrong. If you climb Pico, take some gloves! All weekend we rocked the socks and flip flops trend during down time.

I can't exactly remember what we ate during the trip, but it was good. Camping Tours definitely took care of us. They had guides and guys that cooked and it was phenomenal. No one went hungry!

I was really surprised at the vegetation in the area as well...In 2003, there was a forest fire that took out a lot of the trees in the area. So you get to a point where everything is burned and not exceptionally pretty. A little disappointing, but beautiful all the same.

The group dynamic amazed me during the whole trip.

Going in to it, I knew Chris. There were 5 other gringas, all English teachers in Santiago. There was also the Tres Locos, or three crazies. One lives in Connecticut, Amaury in Santo Domingo, and one in Azua (near Santo Domingo). There was also two doctors, one works for Camping Tours, both from Santiago. We also had the tres amigas..three young girls from Santiago. And get this--one of them had her dad, and her SEVENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD GRANDMOTHER with her. Seventy something people!! Holy Cow! I hope when I'm in my seventies I can make it up Pico. There were two men from Spain and also two other women. Plus our three guides. I think that's everyone--so so sorry if I forgot you!! It was amazing. I definitely had a great time with the other American girls and it was nice to spend some time with new people! After our trip, we had a "Pico Duarte Reunion" and Chris and I went to see Amaury afterwards as well.

During my time in the DR, but especially during the Pico Duarte trip, I realized that I am stronger than I think I am. I can also always push myself further than I think and do more than I'm willing to admit. Funny how you find that out in a completely different atmosphere.

All in all, it was an amazing trip. Will I do it again? Probably not. Should you do it?

DEFINITELY.