Reminiscing About Jbel Toubkal
It’s Sunday morning, and I’m sitting at my desk with an iced coffee and my laptop. I’m in the suburbs of Philly. I should probably start studying chemistry in the next few minutes. Life has changed directions quite a bit lately, but I’m spending a few moments this morning, thinking back on an amazing adventure in Morocco from five months ago! At 4,167 meters, it would have been the highest mountain I’ve climbed to date… Mother nature didn’t want us to summit that day, but the beauty of it is that I’ll just have to go back soon.
Sometimes it’s not about the destination, but the journey in getting there. This couldn’t have been more true on our trip. I went to Morocco, hell bent on summiting Jebel Toubkal (the highest peak in Morocco and Northern Africa), but strong winds, 1 meter of snowfall the night before, and harsh summit temps (-28ºC) kept us from the trekking up the last 800 meters to the summit. In the process, we shared more stories and laughs than I ever have with a group of amazing women. I learned about the lives and culture of the Berber people. And most importantly, I learned that if your legs fail you because the snow is too deep, you just have to get on your knees and start crawling. Thanks Christa, Sara, and Audrey for making this trip such an amazing experience, and for making the journey even better than summiting a mountain.