machu picchu08/11/14

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It’s hard to believe I took these photos of Machu Picchu eight months ago. There were so many logistics to think about in the present — the train, the hotel, the buses, the hike — that I don’t know if I fully comprehended the magnitude of it until after the fact.

There had been a rock slide on the zigzag road that takes you to the main gates a couple days before our arrival, so we had to take three different buses and climb stairs between each level to get to the entrance. It took almost an hour to go about two miles.  Harper and I were very prepared — my bag was filled with advil, bug spray, sunscreen, Neosporin, band-aids, altitude medicine, hand sanitizer, 20 Lara bars — and no, we did not use any of it. Only 400 tourists per day are allowed up Huayna Pichu (the peak pictured above), and we had tickets to do the early morning hike. I’m not much of a hiker, especially at 8,000 feet, so it was definitely a challenge; I had to stop every few minutes to catch my breath. The stairs were steep and slippery and I kept catching glimpses of the view below, realizing how high we were getting. I kept thinking this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. (On the way down I thought that was not so bad, let’s do it again!). To get to the peak at the tippy top, all the hikers took turns crawling through a little rock tunnel. It was a bit claustrophobic, but what we met on the other side quickly made it worth it. We were in the clouds completely, and could only see land for brief moments when the clouds would move. There was such a feeling of comradery — a bunch of strangers all crammed together, helping each other balance from rock to rock and exchanging phones and cameras to take pictures of each other. I kept thinking of Nan Nan, how she’s traveled all over the world and how this was one place I’d made it to before her. I tried to be as present as I could so I could remember every detail and describe it to her.

Once we got down and started exploring the main ruins, we were so exhausted that we wandered aimlessly; no tour guide or map, just taking it all in. The weather spanned from every extreme imaginable (I took my sweater on and off every ten minutes) and the people-watching was amazing. After I spent weeks obsessing about what shoes to wear, I couldn’t help but notice everyone else’s — some people were dressed in serious hiking gear while others were in flip flops. But one of the sweetest things I noticed was how many older couples were there, checking off a bucket list dream together. Nothing about getting there or being there was easy or comfortable, but they’d all felt strongly enough about seeing this 15-century Inca site to make the effort. And I bet not a single one of them regretted it.

big sur06/12/14

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I camped with three dudes in Big Sur. It was way out of my comfort zone and a grand adventure! We listened to the rain pour down all night, woke up to deer surrounding our (otherwise deserted) campsite, ran around the beach at dawn, ordered one of everything at Big Sur Bakery, explored a foggy redwood forest, and continued on our way up the coast.

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the oregon coast05/15/14

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A few shots from our drive along the Oregon coast back in March, after a restless night in an A-frame where our 3am wakeup call was a mouse falling from the ceiling. Unable to sleep we got on the road bright and early, stopping for breakfast at a diner that promised “the best breakfast in the county.” I’m pretty sure it was the only breakfast in the county, but it was good. We then paid five dollars to drive through the Chandelier tree (twice), stopped to see the Sea Lion Caves (“America’s Largest!”) and ended seven hours up the coast at a hotel in Lincoln City. We ordered she-crab soup and a bottle of wine, sat in front of the big windows and watched the sunset. The next morning we took our watery coffee down to the ocean — Blake discovered some tide pools with starfish and other colorful creatures, and then got stranded on a rock as the tide quickly came in.

birds in big sur04/15/14

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peru | chinchero market 04/04/14

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We were told we couldn’t miss the Chinchero Market and went out of our way to swing by before Ollantaytambo. We had just flown into Cuzco, and at an elevation of 11,000+ feet I felt lightheaded and nauseous and sort of like we were on a new planet – the fruit-filled trees, the colorful textiles, the smell of the textiles, the faces, the braids, the coca tea, the guinea pigs, the stares. Sensory overload to the nth degree, and home to some of the most stunning textiles in the world.

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