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There are journeys… and then there are stories your legs will never let you forget!
On the crisp morning of 27th March 2026, as earlier informed, I set out to Mount Kenya with one clear goal, to conquer Lenana Peak (4985M). What unfolded over the next 27 hours was nothing short of epic.
The climb began gently, almost deceptively so. The lower slopes welcomed us with lush, unique vegetation, giant lobelias standing like silent guardians, rare alpine plants clinging bravely to the mountain’s soul, and bursts of greenery that seemed to whisper encouragement. Along the way, we encountered charming mini waterfalls and crystal-clear streams weaving through the terrain, nature’s way of saying, “You’ll need this later.” And indeed, we did.
As we ascended, the landscape transformed dramatically. Rolling valleys opened up beneath us, draped in moving mist and fog that danced like something out of a dream. At times, it felt like walking through the clouds, though my legs would argue it felt more like walking through resistance training designed by the mountain itself. Then came the real test...


