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your tales : MT Etna


The first time I climbed a mountain, a real mountain, was in Catania on the Eastern coast of Sicily, where my family immigrated to the United States from generations ago. After an hour long bus ride I found myself with two other people of my age and English speakers. Together we explored the very bottom of giant Mount Etna, Europe's largest Volcano, which is still dangerously active.

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We were sort of in luck as the mountain was closed. Meaning that we were able to climb to the top without any kind of interference. Jo (one of the others) and I set out for the top. I wanted to know what it was like to pass through the clouds up where there was snow and nothing to hear. Away from the cars and commotion of the city. It was a refreshing change. Well prepared with water and a lunch, Jo and I made our way almost to the top. It is so hard climbing mountains because you work so hard to climb upwards that after a few feet you are exhausted and feeling like you haven't even gone anywhere. We were surrounded by snow in our t-shirts because we were so warm. We got to the bottom of the highest crater. We sat in silence for a long time looking over the virgin snow covering the slopes we worked so hard to reach. It was one of the greatest moments of my vacation.


 

What took four hours to climb up, took only one and a half hours to go down. But always being careful not to get killed. It was getting quite cold, feet were quite numb and the clouds had settled lower down the mountain so it was hard to see more than a couple of feet in front of us. But being the clever people we were, we followed our footsteps all the way back to where the snow ceased, and by then we were basically back to where the bus would pick us up just in the nick of time. We got to watch a glorious sunset on the ride down the mountain. The bus driver and the tourist information people were so delighted by us that they encouraged us to come back the next day.


We passed the roof of a church barely sticking its way out from the ground of volcanic rock surrounding it. A reminder of the awesome destructive power of the great Etna that Jo and I felt as though we had damn near conquered. (Brad Ranno, America).