In the early 1980s, I joined a group set on ascending the three major volcanoes in Mexico (which were “extinct” at that time).
They were the 3rd, 5th and 7th highest peaks in the Americas (I think, I have that right—it was a long time ago.)
We climbed them all within 10 days (Popocatépetl, Iztaccíhuatl and Pico de Orizaba), all around the first of the year. On New Year’s day we ascended Popo. One of the climbers carried a small split of champagne with him to celebrate New Years at the summit.
We left base camp at 2:00 a.m. and reached the summit just after noon. We un-roped to sit down and eat lunch. The climber with the champagne brought it out. The rest of the climbers were in awe. We all did everything we could to keep the weight of our gear low and he carried champagne up the mountain.
He carefully removed the cork at nearly 18,000 feet. The cork took off at least 150 feet in the air and the entire contents of the bottle went with it. There was not remaining even one drop of champagne to drink.
I suppose we were lucky that the bottle did not explode. It was filled under pressure at sea level. The pressure must have been extraordinary at 18,000 feet.
By the way, I did predict that the volcanoes would erupt. One of the climbers stood up and peed in the crater. I said, “The gods of the volcanoes will not be happy about that.” [big grin]
Apparently, when it comes to volcanoes, “extinct” is not forever.
P.S.: Apparently my spell checker was not happy with “un-roped” and changed it to “unrobed”. I’m glad I caught that. [eek]