There was some satisfaction knowing that each step we took set a new elevation record for us, but that’s kind of a scoreboard thing, and not that motivating. The epic grandeur, the alpine vegetation, the stories and points of emphasis from Julio were far more engaging.
The best thing for us flatlanders to attempt was falling into Julio’s footsteps, as his steady pace just ate up the trail.
But there just wasn’t enough oxygen to keep up…
The great thing about frequent stops for air was the opportunity to look around, even just for 30 seconds and take it all in. Then head down, continuing up the trail.
The path itself is actually less strenuous and technical than Guadalupe Peak in Texas, but with half the oxygen. However, you must constantly “put attention” because one loose rock, one little slip, and even the slightest injury creates a huge logistical problem.
So, onward…
And then, the “last break” before the pass summit per Julio … guess he’s gotten into the habit of telling folks how many more minutes until the next hack. I just put my hand up, told him I could see where I was going, it was gonna take me longer than he thought, and I’d meet him up there…fortunately there were some chinchillas along the last 100 or so meters, giving the perfect excuse to gasp a bit longer.
Finally, the summit, 15,190’ in 7 km.
Gotta admit, Pirsig nailed it. With all the prep, gear and desire, short of an unforeseen accident, the summit seemed very likely. Reaching it was satisfying, photo-worthy, and notable…
But, because I knew the remaining logistics and could see the imminent weather change just over Salkantay’s peak, the celebration was brief. We did join Julio in making an offering of thanks to the Sun, Earth, and Mountains, before beginning our descent.
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