|All decked out|
|The misty, high part was where we hiked up to.|
So we decided to go again - how better to prep for the Salkantay Trail, in Peru? Our trek started out hiking immediately uphill. I couldn't breathe, I wanted to just sit down and let the rest of the group pick me up on the way back, but Ron was having none of it. He cajoled, bullied and cheered my slow progress up the first couple of inclines and then the miracle happened. I still huffed and puffed, but it was manageable. The trail dipped and rose and I was glad that I hadn't given up. Needless to say, the scenery was stunning.
We were in to the trail for about and hour and half, when our old nemesis showed up; not just driving rain, but sleet, heavy and hard, barreling across the lake we'd just stopped at to fuel up. The noise was amazing, but the cold wind and hard pellets were not welcome. It was another line in the sand and we turned back and raced down the same path we'd just walked, trying to outrun the storm.
|The storm chasing us over the ridge.|
Yup, that's right, I'm contemplating going out there again, even after our five day odyssey in Peru. I mean, really, why waste all that hiking gear? So for those of you that like the idea, but don't think you can do...well, you'll never know until you try. You might just take to it.
|And we met this little guy at the end of the hike...pretty cute, right?|