TAKINGFOREVEREST
the ultimate side hustle
I’m not a pro athlete, a sponsored climber, or someone who grew up in the mountains. I’m an ordinary 9-to-5er with a family, a mortgage, and a few dogs, trying to see just how far an “average joe” can go.
but it may take forever(…est).
my secret public journal
Snow, fog, and endless rock scrambles marked the climb to high camp. By the time we reached Kosovo, nerves set in — summit night was almost here.
Day four brought songs, sneezes, and the slow grind up to 15,000 feet at Lava Tower. Headaches, rainstorms, and endless descents tested us — but the promise of the Barranco Wall ahead gave me something to look forward to.
Day two was long and grueling: nearly eight hours of hiking, steep ridges, new climates, and plenty of laughs with guides and strangers alike. By the time we reached Shira Camp, my nails were full of dirt, my head was throbbing, and the stars stretched endlessly above.
Day three tested me in ways I wasn’t expecting. Between diarrhea, hailstorms, and endless rocky climbs, I learned what it really means to dig deep—sometimes just to keep your pants clean.
Day one on Kilimanjaro was anything but glamorous: bus breakdowns, bracelet scams, rain showers, and a whole lot of peeing. But between the chaos and the laughter, we finally stepped onto the trail and took our first real steps toward the summit.