The mist and clouds were heavy as we summitted Dead Woman’s Pass and, after a short break and some coca tea, we continued our journey. And away we went!
Swift breezes blew the grassy mountain slopes like a wheat field. Large butterflies flitted from flower to flower. The thick moisture erupted into rain, luckily while we were eating lunch in our tent. The triumph our group felt after passing over our highest point was visceral. The laughter and wide-eyed exploration kept us going throughout the rest of the day.
Such grandeur as we passed ruins, mountain staircases and got closer to our final destination of the day.
Trekking with Mariel and the Sexy Llamas
Location: The Inca Trail, Peru