|Our first gorgeous sunset in Ecuador|
Ruins of Ingapirca
|Agriculture land around Ingapirca|
|Lugging our loads up the road just like the locals (a little lighter though!)|
|Trinity lunching, this cow wanted a piece!|
|Following the "highway" from Ingapirca|
|Clouds rolling in through the distant valley|
|Trinity hitting the ruins just before sunset|
|Shelley heading up the gentle pass on day two|
|Picturesque- looking through the valley to Achupallas.|
|The patchwork hilllsides we saw beginning in Bolivia have followed us to Ecuador|
|Hiking through the fertile valleys, invisioning where the trains will go...|
|With all the dust flying around, we were thrilled to see the tanker spraying the roads with water!|
|Trinity in o|
ne of our many introspective moments
- The typical dress of rural Ecuador is similar to that of Bolivia and Peru- colorful skirts and blouses- but completed here with an adorable fedora-style hat (sometimes with feathers) and a cape! I am keeping my fingers crossed that this style will make its way up to the US soon.
- In vegetarian heaven, I consistently pack too much produce for the trail. I was trying to pawn off my extra food to Trinity on every break- with one day left and I still had five bananas!
- In addition to the abundance of fresh fruits and veggies, my pack has been weighed down recently with two thick paperbacks since I broke my (second) kindle a few weeks ago. Trinity on the other hand continues to float down the trail, taking all the ultralight weight backpacking tips to heart- she even cut her toothbrush in half a while back!
- Following two young boys herding sheep as we descended to Achupallas- we enjoyed watching the younger one hurl himself up onto the rear of the bareback horse
- When I pointed out the fact that we haven't done laundry since Huaraz, Trinity said, "Two weeks, that's not too bad"... our standards have definitely lowered
- Dogs- after our encounter with the teeth-bared dog near Oyón, I have been scarred for life. Even a bark from across the valley makes me jump! I arm myself with rocks any time we pass one.
- After a muddy trek through Cajas we had tried to wash our shoes, only to be back on another swampy trail here in Ingapirca
|Every morning starts with a little music, so we decided to make an Incan Ruins dance video|
|Trying to capture the marshy wetlands|
|Shelley breathing it all in after cresting the pass to see a dozen gorgeous horses running wild|
|Old tracks, hanging to the cliffside|
|The only chance to actually walk on tracks- while they were piled on the side of the road|
|We might actually miss our early morning routines when we get back stateside|
|Trinity reenacting Austin Powers|
|How can you not love it- puppies and capes!?|