Sayacmarka. Through thick fog and mist – so thick we couldn’t see 30 feet around us – we climbed a narrow staircase. There was a path. And as the mist cleared, pure grandeur unfolded, the clouds lacing away into the distance.
The sun was setting, and the clouds far off in the distance revealed snow capped peaks…one after another after another… My companions and I frantically ran around the ruins, attempting to capture the peace and immensity of it all.
Even more ruins made themselves known in the valleys below.
These moments are some of my very best.