Machu Picchu

Machu Picchu

Maybe you’ve heard of this place?

We hiked in along the railroad tracks.  By the time we reached Aguas Calientes, six miles and a thunderstorm later, we were soaking wet.  Perhaps the Inca God of Drenched Smelly Backpackers With Very Few Changes of Clothes was purifying our dirty rags before we entered Machu Picchu. A cleansing ritual, of sorts. Lovely.

Whatever the case, we made it. “Words cannot describe, pictures do it not justice.”  Normally, I take that as a cop out.  Really you’re just a worthless writer with nothing to say. Not so here. Not so.



My wife threw together this map of our upcoming itinerary.

People typically ask one of two questions about this trip.  What’s in Peru? Or, are you going to Machu Picchu?

To answear those questions:  What’s not in Peru?  And yes, we’re going to Machu Picchu.

With that said, I’d like to let my adoring fanbase know that I’ll be back shortly.   The going may be rough for you the next few days.  Your daily dose of lively Murtaughtainment will be drastically reduced until Sept. 26, at which time all shenanigans will proceed.

You may even find that you now have time to spend with your family, finish that puzzle, draw a pretty picture, or plan a trip to Peru.  Clearly a win-win for all.