Awaiting a series of flights that will deposit me back home. In three days I'll be doing something I haven't done in 3 months, and that's head out to an office in the morning.
My trip concluded with a hike of the Inca Trail to the fabled Incan city of Machu Picchu. I felt like a porter because I chose to carry my tripod, ballhead, and other camera equipment with me. With all that weight, the 3300 foot climb up to Dead Woman's Pass nearly finished me, but after 4 days of trekking I survived, and the spectacular visual imagery will stay with me a long time. I may need arthroscopic knee surgery and a pair of new ankles, but I still have to unequivocally endorse the Inca Trail as the most impressive trek I've ever been on, counter to the claims that it's been overcommercialized and overhyped.
Heavy heart, weary legs, fresh mind. Who knows? The next three months may be just as interesting as these previous three, though for different reasons. Decisions, decisions.