(Volcano in the distance!)
Up until this point, the sun had been elusive, and with the exception of a brief appearance on Saturday, it had been raining everyday.
(View from my uncle's house.)
(My grandfather's house.)
Sunday was no exception and my grandfather, the worrier of the family, almost canceled our trip.
(After the heavy rains, this is dirty river water rushing into the sea. This picture is from the Windward side of the island, where my father is from.)'
Thankfully, my family is pretty tough and we plodded on, in spite of the rain.
(My uncle works for the Board of Tourism and was the one who spearheaded having these log "steps" put in, to facilitate hiking the volcano.)
As a result, it was pretty foggy and cold, but it was good hiking weather.
It was also very wet, but like I said, we are troopers and we pressed on!
Unfortunately, once we reached the summit, the winds were so strong that hiking became dangerous. There was no way for us to safely look over the edge of the volcano into the crater, without getting blown over.
(Hiking up through gravel at the summit. These are my two hiking buddies, who had to help me more than once.)
Instead, we stopped about 5 yards short of the crater, before hiking back down again.
Then, we spent the next 5 days trying to walk normally and ignoring our aching muscles. Thank goodness for the beach.
(I love you, beach, but seriously, I've never swam in rain so much in my life.)