We wake up to a layer of frost covering everything. It’s cold above 13,000 feet!
I woke up a few times last night and noted that my heart rate was a bit fast for resting. We’re up so high even our stove is having a hard time with the reduced oxygen. We’re having difficulty keeping it lit. As a result, we eat undercooked oatmeal for breakfast.
This morning we summit the pass and then spend the rest of the day navigating back toward civilization. We criticize our GPS and often wonder about its utility beyond keeping track of our daily statistics, but today it was truly useful. We haven’t been able to find a quality map of Peru and there seems to be hundreds of dirt roads and trails traversing these mountains.
According to our GPS, we’ve been on the road called Unnamed Dirt Road for two days. We’ve passed many other Unnamed Dirt Roads. Thankfully it has kept us on the correct Unnamed Dirt Road because a couple of times we were about to resort to eeny meeny miny moe.
The remains of an outpost:
Mining holes into the mountain:
The road was in rough condition. I’m not sure it would even qualify as a road in the States. In many places it was more like a trail. By the end of the day our bodies were feeling the effects of the constant vibration and jarring. It was like an aggressive 5 hour lithotripsy. If we had any kidney stones, they’ve been set free.
The lack of infrastructure in Peru has been quite a contrast to Ecuador where they pride themselves in the quality of their roads. Currently, we’re a bit off the grid, but we were surprised that even the main roads connecting the larger cities are not completely paved.