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Led by Jolie Manza and Phoebe WatersI’ve
known
Mario less than
48 hours, and
already I’m at his mercy.
“In the wilderness, trust is
instinctual,” he says with such
conviction that the tension in my jaw
and body are released as I give in and
trust him. In my self-imposed darkness,
every sense becomes heightened.
I feel the squish of the earth,
damp with snowmelt, beneath my
gaiter-covered boots.
Instead of the thumping of my own
heartbeat, I hear a different hammering.
I yank on Mario’s mitten to pause.
“Magellan woodpecker,” he tells me.
“Nature’s jackhammer.”
After 20 minutes of blindly navigating
river crossings and slick downhill
slopes, I’m instructed to open my eyes.
The scenery seems twice as vibrant as it
was when we’d started. As I take it in,
Mario pulls out a thermos of espresso.
“At this rate, we’ll be lucky to be
back by dinner,” I tease.
“But what is the rush?” he questions,
and I know he is right. Why not
relax and be in the moment?
And so I fi nd myself, over the next
few days, applying the mindfulness I
practice each morning on my yoga mat
to my adventures with Mario. I scrap
my
original
plan to skin up
to the snowy summit
of Volcano Villarrica,
an all-day endeavour, and
compromise with a two-hour
ascent a quarter-way up by snowshoe.
When I pick up the pace, Mario teases
that my competitiveness has once again
kicked in, but I promise I’m only
moving so fast because of the cold.
Later that day, Mario surprises me
with a stop at some local hot springs,
where we spend hours soaking in
steamy waters and gazing at the sur-
rounding forest canyon.
“And you wanted to freeze your
butt off skiing all the way to the top
of an active volcano?” he teases me.
The truth is, I skinned up that
mountain the following day. Yet with
each gruelling breath on my way up
and each exhilarating turn on my
way down, I had a newfound ability
to appreciate what was happening
in each moment.
Rather than indulging my mind
in its endless chatter, I breathed in the
crisp air, admired the way the snow
shimmered in the sunlight, and shared
a frozen smile with other skiers
schussing by. And more than a few
times, I even closed my eyes.