Tires

Today was our trip to climb the largest volcano in Quito, Cotopaxi. It was about an hour and a half drive to the park and a 45 minute drive through the mountains to get to the parking area. It was gorgeous. We saw wild horses, dogs and cows. By the time we got to the volcano, we knew that we didn't have enough clothing. We got out of the car made it about 20 feet, and Jon decided to look back and see how high we were. We could see nothing because we are literally in the clouds. It was raining and snowing and the wind was blowing like crazy. Jon got a bit scared and wanted to go back to the van. My mom Ellie and of course Jon went to the car. The rest of us went on another 20 feet and we all got knocked over by a gigantic wind gust. My smart dad (Mushe you are gonna love this if you are reading) didn't bring any warm clothes to the volcano except a long sleeve shirt, no hood, no hat NOTHING! So of course when that wind gust hit he started hollering like a little girl and went sprinting back to the car. We all lauhged and wisely followed. We decided it was too much and headed for the lake in the mountains. It was awesome. Then we came back home I noticed much more than on the way up. We drove through a poor little town that obviously had an addiction to TIRES. There were people selling tires and playing on them but what astonished me was the final site on the end of town. There was a tiny little shack on the end of town made completely out of tires. And the hardest part was that there was a poor old man sitting outside reading what looked like a newspaper from 400 years ago. Even though we didn't get to go tothe top of Cotopaxi it was still one of the saddest and funnest (if that's a word) weekend ever.