Thank you for supporting Child Legacy International and our annual fundraising event, the Mt. Kilimanjaro Clean Water Climb!
Below you will enjoy reading Mike Navolio’s account of the 2014 Clean Water Climb, and see some of the spectacular photos that he and other team members took while abroad.
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July 8, 2012 was our final day on the mountain. We hiked from Horombo Huts (12,200′) to Mandara Huts (9000′) then on to the park entrance at Marangu Gate (5905′). When we got to Mandara Huts for lunch, guide Bruce asked me if I would like a car to take me the rest of the way. I said no, I was fine now, and would be ok. But then, I got the idea that maybe Rebekah and I could play a nice prank on the other 5 who were about an hour or so ahead of us on the trail. They were always pranking me, so I needed to get back at them in a big way. During our trip they even had been coaxing Bruce and my own daughter Rebekah joining them in their schemes. Early in the trip, on the way to the drive to our start of the hike, they convinced Rebekah to tell me that she had forgotten her sleeping bag at the hotel – about 2 hours into our drive to the start of the climb. They then had Bruce tell me we “only had” another 3 hours of driving after we had driven 3 hours of our expected 4 hour drive to the start of the climb! I decided to take Bruce up on the car transport idea. We walked for about 45 minutes and then met up with a car that took us out the rest of the way on the porter road that was different than the hiker’s route, so they wouldn’t see us drive by them. The startled, albeit brief, look on their faces when they arrived at Marangu to see us waiting for them was well worth it!
After a short celebratory ceremony that included our summit certificates being handed out by Bruce we crashed in bed. Jordan and I had to get up at 3am to make our flight to Nairobi, then on to Malawi. It would be Jordan’s first visit to Malawi and my 2nd of the trip and 5th overall. Despite my upper respiratory problems I couldn’t wait to go back to Malawi to join the crew and repair a few more wells. The view from our 6am flight of Kilimanjaro was killer!! Having round tripped to Kilimanjaro AP four times and round tripped four times from Nairobi to Lilongwe, where there is also a good chance to see Kilimanjaro, and despite the badly scratched up windows on the plane, I had never seen it like this before. It was both enormous beautiful. However, once again we proved it to be conquerable for clean water once again. Enjoy the photos.
July 7, 2012 was going to be the longest day, starting around midnight. The plan was that I would lead out earlier with a couple of others on the team who wanted to go a little slower than the others (for me it was absolutely necessary to get a head start), even starting a little before midnight. The other four team members would wait about 45 minutes or so before taking off. Well, my first group was so slow in getting ready to start (all my fault) that we barely started ahead of the other group. As I proceeded up the mountain, it became the biggest physical/mental/spiritual battle of my life – far, far more difficult than last year’s “it’s the hardest thing I had ever done” assault on Kilimanjaro’s summit. I had to constantly stop to catch my breath. The world (Kilimanjaro) was telling me that it was unconquerable for me this year. My flesh was weak. It was everything I could do to put one foot in front of the other – I constantly wanted to stop for air and it was everything I could do to begin again after catching my breath. Then the devil began throwing his searing darts at me: “Mike, why are you doing this? You are too old. You are not going to make it. You’re not really helping anyone. You should do other things with your time. You are crazy. What is wrong with you. You would be so much more comfortable staying home. Turn around and go back.” On and on the assaults came from the world, the flesh, and the devil. But I not only had a great defense I had even a more powerful offense than all that was being thrown at me. I had the power of God’s Word within me. I kept reminding myself and reciting to myself what the Apostle Paul said to the Philippian church: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I also kept remembering all those donors who contributed their hard earned money for clean water for Malawi. I was not going to disappoint the Lord, I was not going to disappoint my donors, and I was not going to disappoint the thousands of Malawian villagers who need clean water – water that I take for granted. Other scriptures came to mind: “He who is in me, is greater than he who is in the world”, “but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” That was it. I declared: “Kilimanjaro, give me your best shot, but you will not win – I have Christ. Flesh, you may be weak – but I am stronger than you with Christ. Devil, you can say what you want – but I have Christ, my redeemer, my joy, my hope.” This battle to the summit (19,341′) went on for 9 hours, as that was how long it took me to make it to the top – an hour longer than last year. Towards the end it was take a step – count to 3 – take another step – count to 3. By doing this I could fend off the breathlessness, though I felt like a snail. In the end, Christ proved to me once again He is more powerful than the world, more powerful than my flesh, and more powerful than the devil. I was the last to summit, but so thankful to the Lord for His help along the way. I was reminded of the sufficiency of the grace of Christ. Paul spoke so eloquently of this to the Corinthian church: “So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, harships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong” ( 2 Corinthians 12: 7-10).
I made it to the top but I wasn’t through yet. I still had to go back down over 3900′ to Kibo Huts, rest a bit, pack my stuff up, then go down another 3200′ to Horombo Huts where we would sleep for the night. One would think that going downhill would be simple and easy. Just put one foot in front of the other and let gravity do what it is supposed to. Well that wasn’t the case – at least not for me. I experienced the same heavy panting and breathlessness that I did going up, but at least not as frequently. However, it was a very long way down to Kibo. Our wonderful lead guide, Bruce, not only took my backpack, but at one point on the way down grabbed one of my arms and supported me going down. Then he sent for reinforcements – up came the cook and several porters – they grabbed both arms and supported me on the way down, but even with all that help the breathlessness would return and I would have to stop. Finally I made it back to Kibo Huts, where I was utterly exhausted – I didn’t want to do anything. But I knew I had to eat and I knew I had to pack up. I asked Bruce if I could be stretchered to the Horombo Huts, but all the stretchers had been used by others before me with more serious problems, so I was on my own to hike out. It ended up not being so bad after all. Lunch and the lower elevation rejuvenated me and I was able to hike out under my own power after all. It was the longest day – it started at midnight and did not end until around 7pm. An ascent of 3941′ and a descent of 7141′ all in less than 24 hours.
July 6, 2012 was our hike to Kibo Huts (final base camp) where we would eat and rest up before heading out around midnight for Gilman’s Point and then the summit. The hike to Kibo Huts (4700 meters or 15,420′) began with the mighty slopes of Kibo swallowing up the fast setting full moon. During our morning hike we had good views of Mawenzi Peak which is the 3rd highest peak in Africa. As the day wore on and we gained in elevation we found our eyes becoming closer to level with it’s top.
Today’s hike was a far more difficult day for me than the acclimatization hike the day before. I was back to heavy panting again, having to stop frequently for air during the day. This was not a good sign for the ascent to Gilman’s Point and the final push to Uhuru Peak, the ultimate top of the volcano. I could only imagine what midnight and beyond would reveal to me. I began to wonder if I was going to make it or not. I was determined to give it my best shot, but without risking my safety or the safety of others. As long as I could catch my breath, I knew I would make it, but it would be at a slower pace than last year. Guide Bruce offered to take my pack which I gladly gave to him. Look for him in one of the photos below. I easily made it to Kibo Huts last year with my pack. Something continued to be amiss with my blood oxygen level.
July 5, 2012 was an acclimatization hike form Cave #3 campsite to School Hut where we hiked from 12,946′ to 15,528′. This was a great acclimatization hike. We would actually get a bit higher than Kibo Huts where we would start our final ascent in a couple of days. I actually felt a lot better today. I had more energy than the day before, I had no headache, and my sinus congestion was lightening up. My right ankle was not bothering me much at all. My heavy panting was not nearly so much as the day before, though I did experience some of it. I was very thankful that the worst of my respiratory problems seemed to be behind me and it couldn’t have come at a better time – before the final ascent. However, that evening, our guide, Bruce, was wondering why I was experiencing the shortness of breath so much more than the rest of the team. He pulled out an oxymeter to check our blood oxygen levels. Mine was significantly lower than anyone else’s. Mine read 78% blood oxygen level. The rest of team had around 88% blood oxygen level – 10% higher. This was disconcerting to say the least.
July 4, 2012 was our hike to the next base camp – Cave #3 camp at 12,946′ (up from 11,443′). It was the first very difficult day for me. I was exhausted along the entire route and my right foot, despite being bandaged up, hurt quite a bit. I was constantly panting very heavily to the point that I had to frequently stop to catch my breath. This happened last year, but only on the final ascent, at a much higher elevation than what I was experiencing. Our lead guide offered to carry my day pack the last 1/3 of the hike, which I gladly accepted. Last year, I did not relinquish my day pack until the final ascent. I checked my heart rate monitor at the end of the hike and my max heart rate for the entire day was only 138 BPM, very low compared to what I train at. I try to train in the high 150’s to low 160’s occasionally going into the 170’s. So, my heart was fine, I just couldn’t get enough air. Something different was going on this year and the only thing I could point to was this upper respiratory condition I was trapped with. I was on Day 4 of my Z-Pak, but it didn’t seem to be helping much if any. When we arrived at camp we were invaded by several White-Naped Ravens. We had to constantly guard against them as they would steal anything. We witnessed one of them pulling out of a pack pocket, and flying away with, a brand new package of Baby Wipes, a precious commodity in a dry and dusty place.
Yesterday the entire team went to Compassion Project KE-201 in Kawangware Slum, Nairobi, Kenya. We linked up with 7 sponsored kids by various members of our team. We made numerous home visits, enjoyed their performances, and ate lunch with them.
It was an incredible day full of amazing and abundant joy amid extreme poverty – evidence that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is alive and at work through Compassion and 319 sponsors in Kawangware slum, Nairobi, Kenya!!