We did finally reach the summit of Nevis Peak, and it was the best hike ever, but it wasn’t easily attainable for two reasons. A, no one wanted to tell us how to reach the trailhead on our own, demanding that we had to hire a guide to assist and B, once we finally scavenged our way to the trailhead it was a solid uphill climb to the peak.
Imagine being in your hometown and someone asks you for directions on how to find the number one attraction, I repeat, in your hometown and you tell them you don’t know, hire a guide and let me call my brother to take you. They just didn’t want to give up the secret! I still agree that the people in Nevis are very nice but the peak is unquestionably one of their ways to turn a profit. The going rate seemed to be around $40 a person for a guide. How ridiculous. Well, we’re not your average tourist and somehow convinced an innocent bus driver to drive us as close as he could to the trail; and luckily we were the only ones on the bus he even pointed us in the right direction. In the days following our successful climb the locals questioned us on who gave up the secret and of course we’ll never tell. With Vagabond and Aqua Vida we were finally on our way. There wasn’t, however, any kiosks or markers to assure us we were officially on the trail, like there would have been at home, but we forged ahead like we knew where we were going. We were together with friends in the rainforest (and had bakery sandwiches in our backpacks) so it was already a perfect day but when we saw ropes amidst the mountain we knew we had finally found a sign.
I’d have to say that everyone in our group of 7 is in pretty good physical shape. Most of us love hiking but no one had much experience in climbing. Well recently we’ve been able to hike up a number of volcanoes without too much trouble so what could be so different about this one? Like no other, it was a solid uphill climb through the rainforest. Kaylee was like a squirrel scurrying up the trees; her skills in agility are remarkable. The rest of us had to heavily rely on each of our four limbs to make a slow progression up Nevis Peak. I felt like a kid again. How could you not? We were all covered in mud 15 minutes into it. Lindsay even crashed into Michael one time as she lost her footing (it happened to everyone), there were mud fights and shoes were occasionally suctioned off your feet caked in mud. Sometimes our backpacks would get caught by a branch and hold you hostage until someone could help get you untangled. We climbed by way of rope, rock and thank goodness for the tree roots because they were the most reliable. The mud turned an already difficult climb into a real fun challenge.
I wish I had a hundred more pictures of this excursion because this was unequivocally the best hike of my life. Since our heads were in a cloud, literally, not many of my pictures turned out. It was too wet and misty up there. Upon reaching the summit the only views we got up there were of one another, wet and caked in mud. The best sandwich I’ve ever eaten was on the summit of Nevis Peak. We left a little note in the box atop the volcano with the other successful climbers before we slid back down the mountain. By the way, it was just as much a challenge going down as up.
I hope to come back to Nevis again one day. On my list, it’s pretty up there. I even bought my very first official souvenir Nevis t-shirt since our journey began. That’s how much I like this little island.