20 miles, 6,000’ , and a jetboat later.. We got in.
When I was a teenager growing up in a trailer park in Texas, I knew that someday; I would be an alpinist. I just didn’t know it would take 20 years to get started.
My journey started on an oyster shell road in a single wide trailer. As a dirt poor Mexican kid in NoWhere, TX the mountains may as well have been outer space. The mountains and mountaineering fascinated me. I knew in my heart that’s where I belonged.