Exploring in Our Own Backyard

For nearly 20 years we've been driving past Edgar Evins State Park, so when my brother suggested going camping there last weekend, I thought, "Why not?"

 It was fun and while driving the miles into the park to the campground, we passed a sign that said "Trail Head."

 So when it came time find a hiking spot, Sam and I knew right where to go.

 It was even more beautiful than we imagined: 

...green water, purple flowers, blue skies...

 ...rock sculptures...

 ...bridges to nowhere...

 And then we branched out, got off the beaten path and climbed to the top of the hill.

 The view from the top was well worth the climb.

 Even to the smallest details.

...although it seems like someone before us had thought this was the perfect place for a snack...

 The feet just wanted to take a moment to rest and ponder.

 I'll let you imagine what we were pondering - it was profound and complex, and...

 ...beautiful.

 Then on the way back, I took a few "odd shots" to show Sam how I see the world.

 It's a beautiful place.

 When we finally made it down to the water, we took a minute to observe and reflect and share our thoughts from the hike.

 Thoughts on letting go, moving on, letting ourselves be happy.

 Like I said, profound and complex and beautiful.

The Sacred Valley - in One Day

As this is my third stay in Cusco, I am sometimes tempted to think that I’ve seen and done it all. This is, of course, far from the truth. When Esther and PJ (sister and bro-in-law) decided to come visit me, I got the chance to explore several famous sites with them for the first time - including a day in the Sacred Valley. We took our time and lots of pictures, and got to explore Ollantaytambo, the Salinas, Moray, Chinchero, and many miles of spectacular scenery in between. 

The day started in Cusco where we took a combi (one of PJ's bucket list titems!) from Puento Rosario. As it was a holiday, seats weren’t easy to find, but we were soon on our way out of the city toward the steep hillsides and incredible views of the Sacred Valley. Upon our arrival in Urubamba, my friend told me, “Stay here – I’m going to go find you a taxi, but if they see you with me, they’ll start at a higher price.” Thanks to Raúl, we were soon comfortably situated in a reasonably-priced taxi that we would use the rest of the day.  

As we made our way along the road to Ollantaytambo our driver pointed out a mountain in the shape of a frog (we thought it looked like an octopus, but either way it was interesting), and answered our many questions regarding directions, weather, traditions, and the current holiday (Day of the Living, or All Saints Day as we know it in the US). He explained the story behind a particularly noticeable shrine: decades earlier there had been a string of particularly lethal accidents on that curve, and the local people believed that the earth was drawing the blood of the victims. They accordingly set up a special shrine to counterbalance the bad energy coming from the earth, and had subsequently seen a drop in the mortality rate. I couldn’t get a picture, but I’ll never forget the matter-of-fact manner in which our driver-friend explained the story. 

We made it to the ancient fortress in a drizzle of fog, had a small snack, decided where to meet our taxi, and then had to make the ever-confusing decision regarding which Tourist Ticket we should buy. We all decided to go for the 70 sole, 2-day, Sacred Valley ticket which includes Ollantaytambo, Moray, Chinchero, and Pisac. As we began the climb up thru the ruins of the citadel of Ollantaytambo, the rain started and continued for half an hour - just enough to clear the site and leave us alone, but gently enough to not cause real discomfort. We continued exploring, found what we decided to call the “Back Door of Ollantaytambo,” a few solitary cows, and a lot of different kinds of stairs. As we wandered around the ruins we couldn’t help but feel that strength and grandeur of the structure and the people who had built and inhabited it.  

I stayed to explore while Es and PJ wenr to enjoy the quaint town of Ollantaytambo where they decided to try chicha morada and - no surprise at all here - loved it. We met at the taxi and as we made our way to our next stop, the Salinas, we got to see the famous hotel pods on the side of the sheer cliff the rises next to the road to Ollantaytambo. 

By the time we reached the Salinas, the sun had come out, giving the salt flats the tremendous shimmery effect that can only be experience in person. While exploring the paths that wind throughout the flats over the entire mountainside, we got to listen in to a tour guide explain how they controlled the water flow. Turns out that they use small rocks to block the channels of water, and in this way refill flats that have evaporated sufficiently, and block off full ones. The time we spent in the Salinas left us impressed by its truly unique and singular charm. 

By this time it was getting toward early afternoon and I realized that although we had been snacking all along the way, our driver hadn’t eaten anything… He accordingly gratefully accepted my offering of the dried foods I’d bought from the friendly lady above the flats, and we were on our way again. Next stop: Moray. 

As we stepped out of the taxi and walked toward the edge of the ridge, the warm sunny air was disturbed by an incredibly chilly wind. We donned our jackets, and took off along the path that led down into the circular terraces. At one point the path split and we took the road that led to a miniature version of the famous site behind us. As Americans, we are used to railing everywhere, signs that say “Do not touch,” and any number of other prohibitive measures – the openness of this site impressed us. As we wandered back toward the main attraction, we encountered more of the stairs built into the wall that we had first found in Ollantaytambo..and a sign that said “DO NOT PASS.” Nothing as small as a wooden sign was going to stop me from climbing down those stairs one terrace at a time. I only had two more to go when the security guard at the top started yelling at me. Oh well – it was worth a try… As my sister and I climbed back thru each microclimate, we marveled at how quiet and still the place was, almost as if the energy of the plants that had once grown in each terrace was still emanating – overpowering decades of human presence. 

By the time we got back to the car, it was late afternoon and we were ready to hurry to our last stop: Chinchero. Fortunately our wonderful driver-friend knew a shortcut. Though I’ve never been on a road quite like this one, we made it into the town in good time, and our first stop was a road-side stand where we bought choclo and queso, one for each of us and one for our patient, hungry driver. 

The sun was starting to set as we climbed up into the ruins of Chinchero. Unlike the rambling fortress of Ollantaytambo and the organic circles of Moray, Chichero is severely symmetrical. The straight rock terraces build up from the valley floor, where children and llamas play, to the Catholic church built on top of the ruins, and there is ample space in between for families to picnic and friends to play football (that’s soccer for you American readers…). The last horizontal rays of the setting sun and the children playing in the ruins of an ancient civilization gave the whole place a sensation of ancient life.  

When we finally got back to the car for last time, we were all tired and ready to get home. The day had been long and fulfilling, but it was time for dinner and some relaxation before bed. After all, we still had Pisac to visit the next day…!