I’ll admit it. There was crying. And the ugly crying kind. After the second day where we hiked the longest and at the highest altitude we’ve ever been not on a plane, my moment of snotty, shoulder-hunching crying the next morning commenced. Troy just held me and petted me. I was still frozen from the… Continue reading The Third Day: Back Down to Where the Trees Grow
Whenever Troy and I talk to people about our adventure, the story we tell the most is about how amazing the porters were. As descendants of the ancient Incan culture, these Andean Indians, who spoke mostly Quechua and some Spanish, were our life support along the Incan Trail. They all had the standard blue uniforms,… Continue reading Mutual Cheerleaders: The Porters Were Our Everything
Me: Are you back?!? Troy: Wha-? Me: Are you alive? Troy: I think so. I need to pee. Me: He’s back! After drinking a full bottle of electrolyte salt water (instead of lunch), Troy sat straight up from his corpse pose and blinked around. That was my cause for the questioning about him feeling better.… Continue reading The Second Day: The Mother of all Rainstorms and On Being Saved by Jeremy, Who Became Our Mother
I’ve been wanting to write about my trek through the Incan Trail for many years now. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I did the most physically challenging activity in my life. I have told the stories to friends so often though, that I think I have them down pat. And they’re pretty… Continue reading It is Time. Storytelling my trip to Peru.