Monthly Archives: September 2014
I trained up to Aguas Caliente where I holed up in a small family owned hotel called Marco Wasi (House of Marco) in the middle of town. Nobody spoke English but all seemed to be ok and up to my room I went. It had been a great day of touring but I was sort of cold from the rain early in the day. I looked forward to my Thursday Night hot shower and some text messages from Seattle to keep me up on the Seahawk v. Packers game. I turned on the water and alas, no matter how long I waited there was nothing hot coming from the spigot. I put on the pajamas, cracked open some hand warmers and threw one in the bed, held the other in my hands to warm up. I could not complain, however because I knew that several miles away from me, on the other side of Machu PIcchu Maggie lie in a tent after a very hard day of hiking down 3009 stone steps in the rain. Steps that wanted to buck her off with every bend of the knee. Steps I was supposed to be enduring with her instead of luxuriating in a hotel room. So I settled in to getting updated scores from Kathlene, Kathy and Sonya and enjoying an old fashioned play by play call of the game courtesy of iMessage and the three of them. Ronald Reagan would have been proud of their exciting delivery of the action!
The next morning I got up bright and early and paced all my things. It was raining and the little girl at the desk walked b]me down to the bus. The steep walks were slick in the rain and I could only imagine what Maggie was enduring coming in on her final leg of the trek. I stopped at the bus and ducked in for a great south American coffee. They served me the steamed milk and the shots of espresso separately so I could pour them in myself. It was a nice time to sit and reflect on teh adventure as a whole. But soon the clock moved and it was time to take the 25 minute ride up the hill to the ruins themselves. IT was a great ride. No harrowing corners but quite safe and really very pleasant.
Once off the bus I simply awaited the arrival of the rest of the team, and most importantly, the arrival of Maggie. I was so concerned to see how she looked, hear how she felt. I had felt so ashamed that I had been cut from the team and had such feelings of having let her down and having deserted her. At the same time, I was so very proud of her for digging in and doing it. AND THERE THEY WERE! Maggie was sitting in the doorway to the restaurant which had not yet opened. She looked tired and wet and ready for some rest. But she smiled and we hugged and if she could make it three and a half more hours, we would be at the buffet eating and drinking and reminiscing. As we walked in to Machu PIcchu in the rain and clouds, it was an ominous eery feeling. We would not be getting all teh classic post card pictures of sunny Machu Picchu. Instead, we would be getting clouds circling around the ruins. Clearing in some spots, getting thicker in others. I am simply going to post seceral of the pictures for you to get the idea:
It was an amazing tour. All sorts of great sights and scenes.
So, as you can see, the grey came in and out around the ruins and it brought you back to a time where you could just feel and imagine the Inca with all his people there to serve him residing here and doing what Inca’s did. Their advanced civilization was amazing. The stone work, all without metal tools, was mind blowing. Carving, hauling, repairing, measuring and all of it with precision. The fact I could step foot on it was an honor as I gazed in awe and in wonderment.
We had done it. Maggie and I had set a goal a year before. While my adventure changed and I did not actually achieve my goal, I was to head home enriched by the things I had seen and the things I had learned from Julio. Maggie did it all. She took each step that the Incas would have taken to get there. She slept under the clouds and she walked through them. Stone step after stone step after stone step. And as we headed to have lunch with the boys before they headed home, I knew what it felt like not to summit, but to have joy for those who did.
It has been a couple days since I could blog so I will catch up on what you have missed. Thursday started with Julio arriving again and heading out toward the Sacred Valley. We went to Moray where there are a series if circles on terraces. The theory is that seeds were tested for flavor on each terrace to determine slight changes.
It began to rain and as we walked down to the bottom it was really slick. Walking up was slicker yet!!! But I got to the top, the rain passed and we headed out to the salt mine.
Now when I think of salt mines i think of deeeeep places in the earth and animals pulling carts of salt up to the surface. But this salt mine derives from a small spring that bubbles out of the side of a hill and people have little pools or sections to add wafer to, let evaporate and then scrape out the salt left behind.
After the mine we had lunch of hamburgers and InkaKola and then it was off to the train where I bid farewell to Julio and headed to Agua Caliente!
So we survived and tomorrow will arrive at the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu. This is the second scheduled event for those of you following us and having this great interactive experience from the comfort of your own easy chair. This will represent 5 days of hiking and climbing. Sleeping in tents. Eating out over a fire. No showers. We will accomplish what we have worked so hard on all these months and it will be bittersweet to see the adventure winding down. So lift a glass whilst donning your IncaTrek 2014 shirt if you have one. Get creative. Group shots, individual shots, just photo bomb us and enjoy it with us. We have so enjoyed the preparations, the discussions, the talking with all of you about our adventure and we want to enjoy the day knowing you all enjoyed it with us. We will hear the high winds carry the clink clink of your glasses across the miles into the high Andes and we will thank you all! This, like the last event post, has been pre-launched so we could remind you to get your trek on with us. We will post all we can in real time, depending on the technology available!
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I slept in fits and starts and finally simply lie there awaiting my wakeup call. I packed for the day and met Julio and off we went for a day of awesome archeological site seeing.
First stop: Pikillaqta. This was an amazing civilization that preceded the Incas. The stonework was grand. The walls of the city extended as far as the eye could see. As many as 8000 people lived there at one time. The Wari as they are called and they were considered warriors. You also could see their method of lashing with leather as restored. There were a couple of crafts people there and I bought sone of their handiwork.
Our next stop was a little town called Oropesa “Capital Nacional de Pan” in which bakers spend the day baking fresh bread to be sold to people and businesses in Cusco. We went into one place where the bread was being baked in open wood fired stoves. As the boys raked out the bread into the apron of a man who was buying it you could not help but be envious of the availability of good, fresh non-preservative filled bread every single day. We got a couple of warm rolls to eat and were they tasty!!
The second archeological site we visited was Tipon. It was magnificent with aqueducts coming down from a main stream at the top of several terraces. We walked the stone steps and grass fields to the source of the water where Julio gave me an excellent Explanation of the Inca philosophy if life at all levels. The Inca were genius with their water engineering and stone work and this site is well worth the time.
It was a great day and now it was time for lunch! We stopped where they serve Chicharones!!! A great snack. Yes, pork rinds. That and roasted corn nuts followed by InkaCola, Cruzquenian beer and a plate loaded with corn, potatoes and ribs!!!! We chatted and ate and toasted Maggie on her conquest of Dead Woman’s Pass. I came away with so much more knowledge of Inca life and culture. I know I have said it before, but Julio is simply a wonderful guide chock full of knowledge just bursting out of him. And, at 11,000 feet I am still working pretty hard with this Inca pension for steps and high places.
We drove back yakking about the US and Peru and passing slow moving trucks. Then I showered and went to toast Maggie for her day of accomplishment, cresting close to 14,000 feet! Tomorrow: more archeological sites and then I train up to Machu Picchu!
So today was it. This was the day the trek was to begin for all four if us. After yesterday I knew what was coming. We arrived at our hotel in the Urubumba, and we gathered for a meeting. Julio was letting us know what was happening going forward. He then politely asked to speak with me. I appreciated that. But I wanted my teammates involved. I did not want them to think I had been dealt with unfairly. So I said lets talk here. Nothing you say will be off limits. I was given a couple of options. I wanted to be sure my decision did not impact the team negatively. We all paid to be here and accommodating me could sour the trip of the others. My words not Julio’s. In the end, since I knew how much impact even doing the one day would have, I decided I would walk to the checkpoint and get my passport stamped and say goodbye. It was hard seeing them go over the bridge and up the hill. We each hugged and when I hugged Maggie my eyes filled with tears as I gripped her. I felt I had let her down and as though I were abandoning her. I stood and watched as they crossed the river and climbed the hill our of sight. I was all alone. They were gone and I cried.
I turned to see Darwin our driver waiting for me. I huffed and puffed up the hill to the van. Darwin speaks no English. As we drove away I looked out the window. What beautiful country. I wanted to k ow more so started picking through my very limited Spanish and asked questions. Soon we were having quite the conversation. We spoke about dogs, family, work and sights along the way. He is a nice man and has a 5 year old boy who started first year of school. At one point I am not sure if I asked him to marry me. And he may think that Maggie’s husband is dead and that Maggie and I are married now. By the look on his face something big got lost in the translation!!
We arrived back to Cuzco and Julio was right at my door and we went into the hotel to hammer out details going forward. He had already gotten my train ticket to go up to Machu Picchu Thursday. Ingot a good hotel rate and we have archeological tours to do for the next two days. Julio is so passionate about his Inca heritage and it comes out in his knowledge as he explains things T the various locations we go. Once again, Mountain Madness is providing the best!
So by now Maggie is in her tent. She is sleeping out and I am Missing seeing her reaction to it all. But we each have three days of adventure to create before we meet again at Machu Picchu!
Don’t forget! Wednesday the 3rd of September is TOAST TWO AT DEAD WOMAN’S PASS. Maggie and I will have hit the high altitude mark of the trek and survived Dead Woman’s Pass. It will be a hike of ours up stairs hewn by ancient Inca workers. It will crest at 13,800 ft high and then we will go down a knee pummeling steep trail to camp. So get your shirt out and wear it Wednesday and take a selfie or a video that you can post at Facebook and toast us! YES toast US! IF you have no IncaTrek 2014 shirt…wear another shirt and toast us anyway! When you post at:
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This was a day of seeing Inca ruins outside of Cuzco. But for me, it started out with Imodium. I have not acclimatized well and it is threatening the success if my Trek. Maggie is doing great! She seems to be acclimatizing and enjoying all we are doing.
Our first stop today was Pisaq. It is built high on the hills above the Sacred Valley. We were able to see the marvelous aqueducts and sun dials. There were lots and lots of stairs. My balance was precarious and gave me concern. Today, Julio would be judging my progress, acclimatization and whether my other issue all combined would cause them to scrap me from the trek. Unlike Everest, my slowness is a far bugger factor here.
We next travelled to a rescue organization. It was filled with Macaws, condors, deer, llamas and many more animals. Most would eventually be released back to the wild after healing from various injuries. Many of the former pet birds simply needed to grow their wings back.
Then it was off to lunch and great conversation. Before we headed to Ollantaytambo.
At Ollantaytambo there was a hike to the top but I was sent around the bottom. Again because my slowness impacted the whole group. So I saw all the fountains and buildings and hung out at the market. Even had a latte at The Bus Stop Cafe and had a great visit with the owners.
The others returned and we jumped in the van for our short ride to the Hoteles Hacienda Del Peru. We were given instructions about how everything would work going forward. It was at that time the guides decided I would not be trekking to Machu Picchu because they felt I would not be able to get through day two to Dead Woman’s Pass in time. So. Stay tuned for alternate plans and details!