I was on a mission.
The last time I had visited Mount Capulin, I was unprepared. I didn’t eat breakfast. I hadn’t been walking much. I brought my mother who had been experiencing heart problems. I was not ready and I was unable to walk the rim or the crater. I was starving. (I’d forgotten that there was little fast food or even convenience food in this corner of the state.) I was out of breath from the change in altitude. I was out of shape.
This time I was prepared. We’d stopped off at the Subway in Clayton and picked up some sandwiches after eating a hearty breakfast. I have been walking 10ks for almost a year. I left my mom at home. I’d brought a hat and sunblock. We had a full jug of water. We brought snacks. We were regular volksmarchers and we had the volksmarching instructions for the Mount Capulin Walk.
When Sweetie and I first arrived at the Visitor’s Center, we were annoyed to discover that the volcano was closed. Then we learned the utterly cool reason: there had been a landslide. The rangers were clearing the road of the debris. We opted to begin with the vent trail then tackle the rest of the trail if/when the roads were cleared.
It was too much for Sweetie. After hiking the rim, he was unable to walk the crater. I went down by myself. I felt triumphant: Sweetie is 14 years younger than I and I’d outwalked him and I’d walked Capulin.