The Adirondack forest at night is silent, dark, and a little foreboding. So, fifteen minutes into my journey, when my headlamp picked up the flash of two feral eyes, the only sound I could hear was the rasp of my own ragged breathing and the hammering of my heart in my head. My mind went immediately to wolf, coyote…oh, God, please, don’t let it be a bear.
We were picked up outside our bed & breakfast by a small transport van long before first light. As we wound our way up and out of Cusco and into the Andes and then down into the Sacred Valley, we slipped into an inky darkness that seemed glued to our windows. We shared the two-hour drive to Ollantaytambo with a Dutch family who had grown children. The time passed in hushed whispers
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