Pichincha

Quito sits in the lap of a volcano named Pichincha. I think she's a woman because one moment she'll cloud over in a scowl while shortly before she was bathed in sunshine and warmth. They tell me her crater is on the back side so if she has a temper fit the ash will go in the other direction. I've also heard tell that she can send it in our direction too if she really wants.

Like a child who peeks in the kitchen in the morning to see mom at the sink, I often look up at her to see what kind of mood she's in and to enjoy her beauty. She doesn't have snow like some of our volcanoes but she's my favorite just the same.

If you come visit, we can go up a cable car and get close and friendly with her. I hear some folks climb her on foot or ride dirt bikes in down hill races. I'd rather sit in awe and admiration and keep my bones in some sort of useful condition.

If you like mountains, Quito is the place to be. I feel very blessed to be here in the shadow of the lovely Pichincha and resting in the hollow of her Creator's hand. He keeps her temper in check.