The Heights of Machu Picchu

An incredible day, at long last visiting the site at the centerpiece of Pablo Neruda's beautiful poem. Swallows, llamas, and stone. Thunder gathering in the nearby mountains while we gazed at the mysterious and incredible force of human energy.

"Here men's feet rested at night
beside the eagles feet, in the high glory
retreats, and at dawn
the trod the rarified mist with feet of thunder
and touched lands and stones
until they recognized them in the night or in death."