I find it amazing that my 1988 ascent was so close to the 1994 cutoff due to increased activity.
Lucky to have taken the opportunity. My good friend Clicerio Avilez, a Mexican physicist who I worked with from about 1980 until his death in 1991, wrote to me in a letter "today I was able to see Popocatepetl from Mexico City and thought of you. I would like to climb it with you some day" But he was not able that one time that my colleague and climbing partner Lawrence Wencke and I had ventured down in December to a collaboration meeting, and a foray up that mountain.
To me, Popocatepetl is a reminder that we should not put off to the future the fulfillment of our dreams.
Here's to you Clicerio, that mountain blazes with your spirit.
I was in the area last december to climb Pico de Orizaba (Citlaltepetl) and took some pictures of Popo in my travels. This was while it was still doing it's thing but before the recent increase in activity.
Popo from my bus seat
Popo with it's characteristic smoke trail from my plane home. Sunrise, Dec. 2012.
Just as a matter of curiosity, what is the penalty for hopping the fence on one of these cones? That is if there is a fence.
Do they simply re-patriate your Gringo butt?
No offence, my southern amigos, but I have been kicked out of the Canadian Provincial Park in the Bugs because of "fire danger." We were not re-patriated, just banished to Edgewater for a week instead...