My Journey to Ararat

Throughout my childhood, I’ve learned, read and seen many images of our holy mountain, Mt. Ararat. The image of her two beautiful silhouettes plastered on every Armenian paraphernalia is a symbol of Armenia’s instinctual will to survive. After 22 years, I was able to see with my own eyes the image that has been engraved in my mind my whole life. It became a reality. This symbol became an experience and an icon of my journey.

This was my first expedition, and I’ll be honest, I did not know what to expect. All I knew was that I could not contain my excitement. From a young age, I have always learned about this mountain, dreamed about it, yearned for it and now I conquered it. 

“You can see the ends of Historic Armenia,” is what the climbers who summited Ararat before me had told me. That statement alone kept my nerves at bay as we all entered the questionable, almost Pre-Soviet Armenia looking bus headed to Bayazit near the mountain. The bus was packed, and we were an odd group of climbers. Although we were not your typical mountaineers ready to traverse the harsh terrain, we were determined. We were a group of 47 people from 12 different countries with one common goal, which built an immediate connection between us all. We knew that this was just the beginning of an everlasting friendship. 

Although most people will never climb Mt. Ararat, the mountain still looms large in the minds and hearts of every Armenian. Today, through my memoir, I hope that looming notion turns from a thought to an achievable goal. 

It was going to take us three nights and four days to climb and then descend Ararat. On the ride there, we had the vans stop on the side of the road, and we all got out and danced kochari and yarkhoushta, starting our first day on the highest note possible. My smile was beaming like no other. I didn’t know if I should cry or laugh or do both. I had to take a step back, breathe and just take this all in. 

this is our mountain.

We were hiking up to Base Camp One where we were going to spend the night. The distance from the bottom to Base Camp One was 6.64 km which took us four hours and 33 minutes. Those hours flew by as we sang and danced the whole way up, even during our “rest breaks.” There was no time to rest. The energy trickled from one person to the next. I had no idea what to expect from the base camps. It felt as if we were at a mini panagoum. After quickly setting up our tents and eating dinner, the “kef” continued. Although we had been hiking all day, the reality of being on Ararat was giving us the biggest burst of energy.

Day two was a little harder than day one. It was now a little chillier, and the climb was steeper and rockier. We woke up, ate breakfast, filled our water bottles and braced ourselves for the journey to Base Camp Two—a distance 6.57 km. It took us about five hours to get there, of course with some breaks on the way. At this point some people were growing more tired than others, but we were all determined to get each and every one of us to the top. We were a team. If one person wanted to take a break, we were all going to take a break. Throughout the hike we continuously asked one another if they were ok and would scream from the front of the line to the back “INCH GNEKGOR.” Base Camp Two was smaller and rockier. After putting up our tents we were told to rest before and after dinner because at midnight, we were going to start our trek to the summit. Everyone was trying to rest, but how is it possible to sleep when you know that in a couple hours you are going to start hiking up to the top of Ararat? 

At this point it was extremely frigid outside. I set my alarm for 11:30 p.m but woke up before then. We started dressing in layers and packing our bags. I didn’t have a second to realize what was currently happening as we all helped each other put our headlamps and gloves on; we all made sure everyone was equipped with the proper hiking gear. Our guides lined us up again, and we started our hike to our next destination—the summit. 

if we can’t wave the Armenian flag on the summit ourselves, then who will?

It was now pitch black, and the only thing you could see was what was directly in front of you. I was drained but hyper at the same time, if that makes sense. As we were climbing, we constantly pushed one another to keep moving. I just kept reminding myself that this is our mountain. If we can’t make it to the top, if we can’t wave the Armenian flag on the summit ourselves, then who will? The distance from Base Camp Two to the summit was 3.88 km. Six hours later we saw the snow at the top of the mountain, and it was time for the final push to the top. Our guides lined us up in one line again, and we were ready to slowly walk up through the snow. As we got closer to the top, I looked at my friend Carnie, and I screamed “RUN.” She looked at me and without asking any questions, we darted. I felt like we were running for miles when the top was just a couple feet away. Once we made it to the top I looked around, and for a second, I didn’t know where I was. I looked down to find the rest of my group also running with Armenian flags in hand. That’s when it hit me. I had made it. I dropped to the ground and started to cry. I had finally made it. 

At that moment, nothing else mattered. At that moment it was just Ararat and us. At that moment, I was more sure than ever that Ararat will soon be ours again. I also know that one day we will climb Ararat without crossing any borders, and we will see the tri-colored flag waving at the top endlessly. 

The descent was definitely harder than our climb up. At this point my legs had given up on me. I felt as if I was skiing down on mud, instead of snow. After falling countless times we made it to Base Camp One where we were going to spend the night before hiking back down to the bottom. There was another group of Armenians at the camp who joined us as we sang and danced again like no other. We celebrated our victory and proved that one’s purpose is stronger than any weakness that it might face. 

We had all promised each other that we were going to leave no one behind. We were going to make it to the top together and come back down together, and we kept that promise. I recalled a well known proverb, “If you want fast, walk alone. If you want to walk far, walk together.” Our group was the embodiment of that proverb. Ararat was not a challenge because of her imposing height or her harsh terrain or even her unforgiving temperature; the challenge was conquering a symbol of our people, our dreams and our aspirations. The challenge was accepting the reality of being one with the mountain, breathing the air from her beautiful summit. Overcoming this challenge was a testament to our Armenian people and their innate will to survive. Together we will survive and hopefully the next time we meet on your beautiful summit, our shadow will cast on Armenia and the Armenian people will rejoice that our beautiful mountain was conquered once again by her own beautiful people. Until next time, Ayskan Modenk, Paytz Garodenk.

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Meghri Dervartanian

Meghri Dervartanian

Meghri Dervartanian is a member of the AYF-YOARF Greater Boston "Nejdeh" Chapter and currently serves on the 2019 Central Executive. She is also a Homenetmen scout and athlete. She graduated from University of Massachusetts Boston in May 2019 with a degree in Business Management and a concentration in Marketing.
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5 Comments

  1. “Abress,” congratulations Meghri!!
    It is a pilgrimage that some day all Armenians will be able to make.
    I’ve never seen so many Armenian flags on the summit before, you bring that hopeful day so much closer.
    I had the opportunity to climb it in 2003, it was an out of body experience.
    I wrote about it; “Climbing Ararat: Then and Now,” in the December 24, 2005, issue of the Armenian Weekly.

  2. We should all be so proud of Meghri and all the other climbers making this fantastic journey up Mt. Ararat. Your pics and article made me feel like I was there and participating in the joy.

    One point I must make………..Ararat is Armenia’s Mountain. It cannot be taken from us and it has not been taken from us. It is ours for eternity. She is of Armenian soil and will always remain on Armenian soil in all it’s beautiful glory.

  3. The majestic snow-capped and twin-peaked Biblical Mount Ararat is the epicenter of the Armenian homeland and a symbol of the Armenian nation. Ararat is The Land of The Armenians. Today still in captivity, it MUST and will sooner or later be freed from the genocidal Turkey’s captivity and returned home to the Armenians where it belongs. The Armenian tri-color will once again fly over this sacred Armenian mountain!

    Արարատը Հայաստան Աշխարհի կեննտրոնն է ու մօտ ապագաում պիտ ազատագրվի Ցեղասպան Թուրքիայից ինչպես Արցախը ազատագրվեց կեղծ-թուրք Ադրբեջանից. Հայկական դրոշը ևս մեկ անգամ պիտ ծածանվի այս հայկական սուրբ լեռան գագաթին!

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