“4am!” Emma’s is the first voice in a potential rebellion.

Sergio quickly reconsiders and recalculates. “Ok, 6:20.”

It was the night before, and we’re eating just after dark. It’s such a stunning campsite, we don’t want to leave before daylight.

Sergio adds, “Truly, if we were to take any extra time, this is the place.”

Because once we hit the river valley, there will be hustle and bustle and we won’t have these kind of views. It’s hard to believe that this is the last day of the “trek.” Not the end of the odyssey for sure, but today we’ll be parting ways with our new family.

Not that we’d actually rebel. We’d pretty much follow Sergio anywhere at this point. And we’ve learned the value of the early rise.

Sergio is a cool cat. Maybe a puma. He keeps the family moving along. Always paying attention to who is where and how they are doing. And what he did for us was much appreciated. Just taking care of us, as a guide should.

You know, you could walk these trails and see these sights without a guide or guide service. You could.

But my surprise has been the richness that they’ve added. They’ve shared the history, the culture, the flora and fauna. They’ve given it in a personal context that makes you feel like you’ve know them a long time.

And I’ve learned that if you are willing to learn, and willing to engage, you will be blessed with as much as you can stand. The “mountain energy” shines through them for sure.

Patricia has just amazed me. In this five day trek, we’ve had three big climbs up steep, rocky trails and at high altitude. I very well know her determination, but she’s also learned to listen to her body. And she’s managed to do the hardest thing she’s ever done. And, in fact, something that so many cannot do. And she’s excelling at it!

Once we got to Llactapata, I asked Sergio if maybe Chef Alfredo could come up with a dessert in honor of Patricia’s accomplishments.

Dinner went by without mention, so I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. It was almost the last day and maybe there just wasn’t enough remaining supplies.

And then, for breakfast, Alfredo comes in and presents this beautiful cake! Gooseberry, strawberry, kiwi. Frosting and the whole bit.

A great way to start the day!

As we stroll outside after breakfast, Harry yells, “Jeff, I think I see a couple of condors!” He’s watched them rise quickly on the air currents out of the steep valley between us and Machu Picchu. I run for the binoculars. As we look, it appears to be a couple of young ones that are tussling with each other. They go back and forth for a moment and then one breaks off to the left. The other just shoots to the sky, it’s incredible how fast he’s climbed. In just a couple of minutes they’re both gone, even thought the distances are vast. It’s like one says, “This is my mountain range over here, that’s your mountain range over there.”

It’s hard to get packed. The views are just so stunning. The sun is rising and the light and clouds are ever-changing. You don’t want to look away.

Clicking on the photo will take you to a video pan of the campsite. Watching the sunbeams play across Machu Picchu was a real treat.

By tomorrow afternoon we will have hiked down to the river and then back up on the backside of Machu Picchu Mountain. We will be standing there in that saddle of gray granite.

Porters Juan and Santos blew by us on the trail. The packs can be well over 100 pounds, each just a big duffel with no waist belt. We actually saw a girl that was being carried by a porter coming up to Llactapata. She had gotten seriously dehydrated and the porter carried her to a medical tent at the top where they started a saline IV. I don’t think the couple was with a guide service. They came out of their sleeping quarters the next morning and started down the trail on their own. Maybe a little oblivious to what they were dealing with. Kudos to the porters!

Because of the limitations in access to Machu Picchu, and even the surrounding backcountry, most of the porters and locals have not seen Machu Picchu. One cool thing Alpaca Expeditions does for the community is to get the necessary permits/tickets and schedule the time for many of them to experience their heritage.

Once we hit the main river valley, our trek to Aguas Calientes involved walking along the railroad tracks for about 10km. I’m not sure, but there may have been the possibility of a train ride. But there had been a rockslide and derailment early in the day and the train was not running. This didn’t prevent the locals from seizing the opportunity to run their own little shuttle service.

We pretty much circumnavigated Machu Picchu without seeing it. As we neared Aguas Calientes, we did see the hairpinned road that now serves as the bus shuttle route to the site.

The miles are beginning to add up! While the river valley was relatively flat, walking the train tracks was the least enjoyable. There are sections of footpath, but there’s also a lot of rail bed walking on large gravel. So the 6 miles was a little long.

But there were goodies along the way, like mango popsicles!

Once we reach the city, it’s time to part with our new friends. They all have different destinations and tomorrow we’ll be in a new group for yet another climb. A climb to Wiñay Wayna on our way to Machu Picchu.

But first we’ll walk the rail to the marker at kilometer 104 with our guide-in-training, Big Al.

It looks like a bagged breakfast for our 5am start.

Haku! Haku! Haku!

We enjoyed the Hobbit Houses. We soaked in the solar hot tub with Emma and Harry. We ate popcorn. A big, wonderful dinner. Hot showers. And we got to charge up all the things. As we walked here along the road, we saw similar dwellings on the other side of the river, but they looked unused. As it happens, the landslide/flood took out the access bridge to them, and Alpaca decided to rebuild on this side of the river. The others are no longer accessible. We also noticed an Inca trail on the other side. Due to rock slide dangers, it too is not accessible and has been blocked by the locals for safety. That’s too bad, it looks like it could be a nice path. But the dirt road is fine and has little traffic. This is a dynamic place.

In about three miles we’ll be leaving the river road and start a four mile climb to Llactapata. This will give us our first glimpse of Machu Picchu. I’m really diggin’ the way we are sneaking up on it. As you’ll see, rather than a bus ride from Aguas Calientes straight up to it, we are destined to meander around it for days, with tantalizing glimpses along the way.

Until this point, the porters have been able to use either the pack horses (on Salkantay) or vehicles to haul the gear. They’ll get a ride to the “Camino Inka”, but at that point they’ll have to shoulder everything for the next two days. If we had it to do over again, we would have certainly lightened their load a few pounds.

After the Spanish conquest, the llama was quickly replaced by horse and mule because of their ability to carry much heavier loads. Unfortunately, the heavier loads and metal horseshoes cause damage to the trail and have made it rough going for bare feet.

But here, we get to walk a good bit of original Inca footpath, and it does not disappoint.

We stop for lunch at a small coffee farm. While the rest of our new family is fixing lunch, we follow the owner into the farm to have a go at picking beans. Two types of plants, one taller with smaller beans, one shorter with larger beans. It’s guys against the girls and that’s three to two!

But then the owner steps in and makes it three on three. And of course she’s already picked more than all three of us combined. We work the depulper to get the beans ready for drying. And then we try our hand at open-fire roasting and grinding. The final product reminds me of Turkish coffee, thick and strong!

After another massive meal, we continue our climb. It’s quite a bit warmer today and we’re on the sunny side. The views are stupendous and it’s a beautiful day! And it’s a good thing we have plenty of time because it’s a hard pull to the top! The lower altitude certainly helps.

Family! Slowly! Slowly!

Sergio is always watching after his family. Patricia says, “If I go any slower, I’ll be crawling!” And the last mile is the steepest. But boy, what a nice grade. The Inca were trail masters too! And I’m loving it. I feel like a condor!

It’s a sense of accomplishment when you look down and realize that you’ve climbed from the river below, just today!

And so far it is a good day, a great day at that. But here in Middle Earth there’s always seems to be something magical and mysterious and unexpected.

We make the gap at Llactapata and start our descent to camp through the forest. We break out of the trees and we are at what could best be described as an Incan armory. A large building that housed weapons for the warriors for quick access. As we come around the corner of the building, we’re facing due east, and there is Machu Picchu. It’s an indescribable view and brings one to tears. We relax and soak it in, the light is fading and changing rapidly.

Sergio takes some time to bring out an ornate tobacco pipe. It depicts the Inca trinity of condor, snake, and puma. It’s a time of silence and reflection as Sergio says a few words and blows the smoke across each of us in turn.

What a day indeed!

David took this shot. He’s standing at the back of one of the rooms of the armory. The stone trench at my feet runs due east….pointing right to Machu Picchu.

So cool.

About the title of this post…

It has been another very full day. Ah, but the stars will be out soon. I’m disappointed to learn that the Southern Cross has already set, it was on my bucket list! But the Milky Way is so bright!

My best picture doesn’t do it justice.

I’ve come back outside to gawk. I’m laying in the grass with my little tripod and phone camera snapping pictures.

I flip on my red headlamp to preserve my night vision and not wake the neighbors. As I come up to the line of identical tents with my dim light, the starry shadows play a trick on me. (Or could it be my mountain giddiness?) I come up to our tent and find the zipper pull. But that’s not where I remember leaving it. Oh well. I start to open the door.

“Is that you Jeff! Are you outside?”

Wow, that sounds like Harry! I’ve got the wrong tent!

“I’m sorry!”

I knew Harry and Emma were in the tent next to us, so I move down one to ours and find the zipper.

Emma yells out, “Jeff!”

Yikes! “I’m so sorry, I apologize!”

Apparently the first tent was Sergio’s! And I thought it was Harry! I mean, it’s an honest mistake. Quechuan and Australian accents sound soooooo much alike, right?

Okay, I’ve found Harry and Emma, so we’re next.

Ya know, I really didn’t know where David’s tent was…

“Jeff! What are you doing?!”

Are you kidding me? I’ve literally hit every tent. Everyone is awake now and we’re all laughing.

“Well, since you are all awake, you might as well get out and look at the stars!”

I didn’t sleep much that night. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant. I just lay there and let the experiences of the last few days just roll around in my head. Sweet dreams.

Besides, thanks to Emma, we all got to sleep in, all the way past 6am!

The hard rain woke me up. Backpackers tune in on those things. I did a survey to see if anything was getting wet. We are only two in a four man tent but it looks like a bomb went off, our gear and clothes are everywhere. The tents are well-worn, but everything is fine. Alpaca has thoughtfully placed heavy plastic on the inside. We also learn that our comfy pads are a ‘plus up’ from Hobnail. For just a brief moment we felt kinda bad for the others and their thin pads. But it was just a brief moment, we’re old after all. Besides, these kids are literally half our age. I remember when we slept on a slab of rock in the winter, using a straw to breath through the blanket of snow covering us. But I digress…

Satisfied that everything is dry, I relax in the middle of the night. I begin to worry about the weather in the morning, it’s a pain to strike camp in the rain. But I easily push the thoughts aside and listen to the raindrops hammering the tent.

We both feel really good. And about that “baby alpaca” in the last post…it’s a hot water bottle for the sleeping bag. Perfect between the sore knees or tired feet! Such luxury!

We’re up and moving at 5am. Upon opening the tent, I see that while it had rained on us, the mountains caught a good snow, and I was looking at the moon over a snowy range. Sergio was standing just outside. “That’s a pretty nice view behind you,” I said. Looking in the opposite direction. He says, “this one is pretty good too.”

Wow! All the trivialities of life just melt away. It’s gonna be a good day.

We’re going down today, all the way to the river and a completely different climate. In fact, we’ll pass through several microclimates on the way down. And this may be our longest distance day. While we still have the option for horseback, Patricia is feeling great, and the lower exertion and altitude will help. Yet another big breakfast, plenty of coca tea, and we’re ready to go.

It warms up quickly! And this was the ONLY day of the 17 that I wore shorts. And that was a mistake. Small flies and mosquitoes made quick work of my lower legs and ankles. And of course the UV is very high up here. The locals always stay covered up and have wide-brimmed hats.

Google Earth is coming in handy at showing the trek. Our route today, shown in red, follows the valley down from Salkantay to Colcapampa, where we stopped for lunch. We parted ways with our horseman Gomersindo and he headed back in to the mountains.

Looking at Google Earth I realized that the photogrammetry was taken in June of 2020….five months after the landslide/flood from Salkantay Lagoon. While the bridges were rebuilt in time for our route (in red), they don’t exist in Google Earth (yet). You can see how the flow really scoured the river valley!

After lunch, we walked the dirt road all the way to the Hobbit Houses in Loreta. Hot showers, electricity, even a hot tub (water pumped up from the river and heater)! The walk was long but pleasant, and we were able to chat most of the day.

We drop off the road to the Hobbit Houses and they are delightful as are the gardens. It’s been another full day and it’s time to rest and recharge. You guessed it, we’ll be served tea early in the morning. We’ve got another big climb ahead of us.

But this time it will be Inca footpath, I’m excited!

It’s cold this morning. Above freezing, but damp and the fog is thick. Hot coca tea was brought to our door promptly at 4:20am. Sergio wants us to be on the trail in an hour, it’s going to be our hardest day and he wants plenty of time.

I liked the way he pulled us together last night, a family group on a trek. We have trekkers Emma and Harry (ages 29) from Australia, and David (a bit older maybe) from San Francisco. Sergio, the guide, is I think 38 years old and has been guiding for 10 years. Alfredo is the (super) chef, Juan and Santos are our two porters, and Gomersindo is our horseman for the next couple of days. Patricia and I are the old people at ages 70 and 62. It’s shaping up to be a nice family I think. Plenty of people to carry us out, hahaha!

I’m bleary-eyed this morning and running a tad late. Watching the stars last night may have slowed me down. With the mountain weather, it’s taking time to decide which clothes to carry and then get the duffels packed, we won’t have access to them until camp tonight. At breakfast, we are humbled by what a master chef can do with a two-burner propane stove and we welcome the hot food, muña, and coca teas. And there is always instant coffee with powdered milk! I notice that Gomersindo is fast asleep in his bag on the floor in the corner of the dining kitchen. He seems unbothered by the activity, and his important role comes later so he’s taking advantage of the extra minutes.

One thing we’re asked near the end of every meal is how much water we will need until the next. It will be boiled and ready for us by the time we’re ready to hike. I do not like being low on water, dehydration in the mountains is not good. The blood gets thick, the joints don’t lubricate, and energy to the muscles is impeded. For this morning, 5 liters for the two of us.

The early morning climb up to Humantay Lagoon totaled about 1500 feet in elevation. Six of us (the five trekkers and the guide) separated from the Alpaca team at Soray for the climb. The others are going on toward the pass to set up for lunch.

Family! Slowly! Slowly!

We’re struggling with the altitude and it is steep, slow going. But once we get there, we have it to ourselves. It’s quiet and serene. It’s a sacred place for the Quechua. Sergio pulls out a flute, and we have a few sublime minutes of reflection and thankfulness. The middle picture above is linked to a short video pan of the lake with a bit of Sergio’s flute accompaniment. 

It’s only 8am. What a day already!

Conveying the scale and steepness of the these mountains is a challenge. In Soray, we see blue domes of glass as we walk by, available for tourists to rent. When we look again from Humantay near the lagoon, we see just how far we’ve come.

There were quite a few places with lodging and cabanas like this. Soray can be achieved by some vehicles, and certainly by horseback, so the lagoon is a popular hike. But for us it’s a waypoint, and we move back down the talus slope to reconnect to the Inca trail and begin the bigger climb to Salkantay Pass.

Things get real…

On the pull toward the pass, Patricia is beginning to struggle. The Diamox has been a mixed bag. While it helps prepare you for the altitude, it also has side affects. We both seemed to suffer mild headaches and a little nausea, and David quit taking it because of his nausea. Even with that, we should have started taking it a little sooner I think. It actually takes weeks to fully acclimate. I stopped taking it last night and Patricia took her last dose this morning. We’ve been going hard for four days and it’s all catching up with her. I see her get a little unsteady and am keeping a close watch.

Sergio sees it too and asks me how it’s going. He mentions there are a few options. There is a location up ahead where we can get a horse to carry her to lunch and then the pass. And she can go all the way to camp, and even to the valley tomorrow by horseback if necessary. These are good options to have! The guides always carry an oxygen bottle too, as well as satellite phones.

We agree to get a horse for her to ride to the lunch spot. We’ll see how she feels after that.

“But,” I say, “it’s got to be her decision.” He nods in agreement.

Right now we’re at a little way station taking a break. It’s drizzling and everyone is wearing their rain jackets. As I come up to her I can see her lower lip trembling under the hood. She doesn’t say, “my legs hurt” or “I’m so tired.” No, she says,

“I don’t want to quit.”

“You’re not quitting, you’re adapting. It happens all the time on treks and expeditions.”

“Besides, it’s only a small piece of what we are doing.”

She grudgingly agrees and Sergio asks Gomersindo to bring us a horse. But not here, we’ll meet him on the way. In a few minutes I look up, way up, and on the mountain slope is Gomersindo and the horse, coming down an incredibly steep zigzag trail. We connect and Patricia gets situated. While these mountain horses are small, a rider is still pretty tall in the saddle, and this is rough, rocky trail. And Patricia has to be careful with her back. I’m a little nervous, but I can’t think of any other option than to go back down the way we came. “Are they going up the way they came down?” Sergio responds, “No, they’ll be using a lower trail.”

Time to put faith in the team, they’ve done this a few times. But…the horse is not happy with the situation and no amount of tugging is getting him to move up the trail. Adjustments are made, but nothing is really working. Gomersindo decides to go get one of his own horses.

So we’ll walk a little further (slowly, slowly) to a new meet point. On the way, I’m surprised to see Harry coming down. “You’re going the wrong way!” I tease. “I want a horse!” he says. The altitude is working on everyone and Harry seemed a bit underdressed this morning with shorts and a light jacket. So Gomersindo puts him on the uncooperative one. If it works, Harry can ride it back to where the other horses are and Gomersindo can pick up one for Patricia.

In the composite photo above, you can get an idea of the trail, working its way up to the right. And if you look off to the left a little over half way up, you’ll see a tiny green dot representing Harry in his poncho (inside the red circle). The horsemaster has figured out the problem and they’re going back up the steep zigzag trail that works its way up above those rock outcrops. Pretty wild.

In a few minutes Patricia is on a new horse and all seems agreeable. They get a head start and in less than an hour, we all meet up again for lunch. Along the way, I seem to have a break through. I find my lungs and my pace. Maybe it’s the mountain energy.

Lunch is just grand and the food just keeps coming! We get a chance to recharge and everyone is in good spirits. Patricia is feeling a little better but decides to ride the horse up to the pass. She’s learned to relax into its stride. After that we’ll be descending all the way to camp. Besides, the entire horse ride up only amounts to about a mile of today’s trek! Harry is hiking again as well. We make the pass around 3pm.

In the clouds and mist, the pass was just mystical. Sergio gathered us all and introduced us to a thanksgiving ritual using three coca leaves. Prayers to Pachamama (earth mother), thanking her for all of trek family and all that we’ve been given. After praying, we blow across the leaves and then find a personal spot to bury or place them under some rocks. A physical way to connect and be enriched. It was a special and emotional moment today.

Bring it on home.

On the way down, Sergio points out rock that has a white cast to it. About two years ago, a landslide pushed a massive amount of water out of the Salkantay Lagoon. The water rushed down the mountain, causing the collapse of 300 houses, multiple bridges, with at least three confirmed deaths. We’ll see more evidence of this later on. There’s no wonder the locals are in awe of these “mountain masters.”

Salkantay finally reveals itself! And thanks to Sergio, we stopped and turned around to enjoy it!

The “-tay” in Quechua means provider, in this case water from the rains, clouds and snow. Salkantay- mean savage, aptly named for this “mountain master.”

It’s the beginning of Spring here, and we listened to small avalanches all afternoon due to the melting snow.

We’re almost there!

Back in the clouds, we put some layers back on. We make camp right at dark. The tents are ready and bowls of hot wash water are waiting for us.

Dinner closes out the day. Flaming plantains are served, the eerie blue flame makes them hot and delicious.

I’m beat. It’s been a 35,000 step day and my knees are sore.

The “baby alpaca” is just the trick…

Tinkering around with Google Earth after I got home stateside, I was surprised to see the detail it has for Salkantay. It was a big day. You can see today’s route. And if you look way over in the upper right corner, you’ll see I’ve placed a marker on Machu Picchu, our trekking destination….