Your photo of the "finger shadow" triggered memories of our climb up Tajamulco. My best of friends Tim, Suzanne, and I made the hike in the dry season. I don't recall any rain, but the cold can't be forgotten. It took a little longer to get there back then, and I sure don't remember any electric lights. Not many people made the climb, and the most note worthy trash on the summit was the ever present little fruit juice can. These were always found in such spots, because they were consumed much like a little celebration treat. The hike through the different life zones was particularly fascinating to Tim and I because of our Forestry backgrounds. It's interesting to know that the Eastern White Pine's southern most range is the higher elevations of the Guatemalan Highlands.