Up to Aquas Caliente and a Machu Picchu Tour


Looking out the window of the train on a gloomy Peru afternoon.

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!

IMG_6353The 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 separatelyIMG_6946 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.

IMG_6378We 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.

About WhelanTrek

The mountains are in my blood and Everest has been a symbol to so many areas of my life. I blog about adventures and life in between.

Posted on September 13, 2014, in Hiking. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Failure to achieve our goals only heightens the enjoyment of reaching the next one. To enjoy and make the best of what you did do is the sign of a winner and an over-comer! I am so proud of how you handled the whole adventure and how you supported Maggie thru the training and prayerfully thru the journey she had to do alone, (which may have been what she needed in her lifes journey). You are an extraordinary woman, and I am glad to call you friend. I hope God blesses you greatly in all your adventures, and that you will always remain as grateful as you are now. We love you!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Loved reading through the blog. You should be proud of all you did accomplish. So many people would have slumped into misery for not having things turn out as planned. Instead, you turned that disappointing decision into a positive “Plan B.” You should be proud of all you accomplished, Karen. I am both proud of you and a bit jealous as well!

    Liked by 1 person

Your Trek Comments:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Slowpoke Divas

Inspiration & information for maturing women over 40 to live an active, healthy lifestyle through walking, cycling, triathlon, and strength training.

The Camino Provides

Celebrating the Camino de Santiago and the pilgrim's journey


This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees

The Greenery

Ideas That Grow and Bloom

Steve Watkins Media

Telling a Better Story for a Higher Purpose

2 Sisters Wandering

Our Pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago


Grammar, etymology, usage, and more, brought to you by Patricia T. O’Conner and Stewart Kellerman


A place to share experiences, encourage and support one another.

Astrolabe Sailing

Sailing, yachts, adventure and sailing around the world!

Saharasarah's Blog

Just another WordPress.com site

Adventures Of Two

current location: Durango, CO

Willis Island Walking

The story of a completed walk for charity around a desert island in the Coral Sea

Trek Ontario

Hike | Camp | Canoe | Snowshoe | Geocache | ...


Aloha and mahalo for stopping by.


Converting dreams to reality one hike at a time!


Just another WordPress.com site

Treat House Vacation Rental in Seattle (Ballard)

Ballard (Seattle) Neighborhood Vacation Rental (206)255-9770 tel.

Don Charisma

because anything is possible with Charisma

%d bloggers like this: