So, here it is:
Wet, cool, and slightly ashy I was still a happy camper.
You have to imagine though, for a moment approaching the misty, rocky top and hearing chanting, singing, and wailing here and there. Generally only the women wailed. But, you can't see anything yet. Evangelicalism with twists of Maya at it's best!
Most of the rocks where covered with white letters of prayers or expressions of love. Both to God and to Christ and to Carlos or Juan or Maria. Cristo (Christ) was the most popular.
Ash fell lightly and peacefully along with light rain. Occasional bursts from Santiaguito reminded us that, despite the thick mist and clouds, there were toxic sulfuric fumes plumed into the air every half hour or so. We stayed only a half hour. People get sick up their from breathing the air. At 10,000 and some change feet, I was feeling fine.