Up at a lazy hour, I read at the Ranger Station awhile then rode to Mulanje town for provisions. The plan was to climb Mulanje, stay a few nights at CCAP hut, and enjoy the cool air, hopefully avoiding election nonsense (there’d been rumors it might be violent) and waiting for my digital camera to be delivered to Blantyre. Above: A curious look atop Malawi’s highest mountain The hike was steeper than I remembered, and hot until we emerged onto the frosty plateau. I remembered the giant tree-ferns from a previous trip, and I like the dense forest sections scented with Mulanje cedar, slick green moss on the stones and crystal clear water in the washes. The last trip was a laugh with friends. This time the dynamic was different. I was preparing to interact primarily with the mountain and my thoughts. Above: Fern-trees of some species or other in the mist Above: Mulanje’s brooding ascent Above: Mulanje Massif Laying on my back in the tall grass surrounding the CCAP hut on the mountain’s flat plateu top, I watched on one hand the sun dip below a saddle in the ridge above and on the other hand a mist begin to rise from the shaded, rocky side. By the time the sun had gone, the mist had advanced across the meadow, bringing with it a distinctly mountainous chill.