Not a bad lunch stop. This was after three colectivo rides, but before we hiked along the road, then hitched with an American family, then hiked more, and then hitched in the back of a chicken truck.
The start of the trail weaved through a small pueblo, where we were often greated by farm animals or scruffy kids asking for candy (carmelos).
The line at the pit toilets.
The clouds danced through the peaks all day long.
Almost to the top of the 4750 meter pass (Punto Union).
Another fantastic timed-photo with the help of my Gorillapod (tripod)
The view from our tent at sunrise. Just one of the many 5800-6600 meter peaks within view.
It is OK to be silly when no one is around. We had this entire lake and valley to ourselves. And yes, I need a belt. I think I have lost a bit of weight in South America.
And just how high were we? Why don't we check my handy altimeter watch. Over 4400 meters! We camped just below this lake, which would be like sleeping on top of Mt. Whitney in terms of altitude. Thanks Lauren for delivering this watch to Janie, who then mailed it to us.
We got off trail for a while and started hopping around these meandering river branches. The water was crystal clear.
We set up the tarp for our lunch break to protect us from the really intense sun and UV rays that are present in the high altitudes of the Andes.
Sunset from our campsite on the last night, high on a ridge and away from the trail but within earshot of the thundering river rapids.